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[title] => Dungeons of Enthusiasm
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[bodytext] => Shadows overlooking nothing. Despair at it's best. Losing all the things I loved before. Toss me aside and rest. Look into the windows. I peer through the glass. You kick me down even further. Waiting for this feeling just to pass. Driven off the edge of disaster. Come so close to the end. Rolling myself into a new life. Waiting for disaster to begin. Taking myself away from dungeons. The castle of sorrow that you built. Surround yourself with distraction. Run away and escape your guilt. The orange and red of the leaves that fall. Snow that froze the dead ground. You left me here bleeding to nothing. My hands and feet bound. I'm waiting for reasons. You only wish you knew. I'm sick and tired of being pathetic. The way pathetic losers do. Shaken beyond reason. Thoughts that freeze this dead mind. Taken to another dungeon. And the feelings surround me as the chains that bind. Break myself just to touch you and hold myself. On weakened legs and feet so cut. No one else. I wish you would take me away with you. Hold me until I die. I'll remember all the pain you showed me. The tricks you liked to decieve. I wish I could wake up not loving you tomorrow. That, I wish you'd believe. Pathetic and abused. Losing interest in something... Yet, so angrily enthused. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Exodus-On-Life [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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