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[sid] => 5470
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Bathroom Floor
[time] => 2002-10-23 09:45:00
[hometext] => written 14 dec 01
[bodytext] => I am weakened by my state
Entering death with zoolofts and mild anti depressants Counseling sections and eating candy Crying and being alone on your bathroom floor. On this floor I had a vision A creation where I was perfect I had no problems. I had no worries. I would not cry. On your bathroom floor is where I pleaded Sitting, crying, cold and alone Empty except for my hidden scars That were burned and cut into my memory On your bathroom floor I thought Why am I crying? Would you even care if I cried my last tear? Would you worry I had no more. On you bathroom floor Is where I could not move? Thinking of what could have been….. Thinking of what should have been [comments] => 1 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 32 [informant] => isaiyan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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