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[sid] => 7066
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Ms. Lonely
[time] => 2002-11-20 07:00:00
[hometext] => written 2-22-99
[bodytext] => I wake up everyday in my dream
of infinite pain that I can't free So when I walk down the street The stares burn as they look at me. But you know that I have a clue. My life is something without you. Simple memories I have of you. I can go without you. My thoughts bleeds as they sleep with me. I choke out my harmful plees. Wash your filth off of me. I pray as I get on my knees. I have a secret and I will tell you. I have nothing to lose. I can live without you and I can go on without you. Fall. To hell I fall. Or I can take your stairs. Just out your door. Now I am deciding if my lungs can breath. Or if its my eyes or brain that makes me see? Yet I can't get rid of my disease. That originated from you straight into me. Baby, when I think of you. I'll bleed the memories, that's what I'll do I'll pay satan to get rid of you I am going on without you. Starts out Ms. Lonely. Shy, unforgiven. Popular, unusual, a sell out, a bum then a wiccan. The memories keep coming back like unwanted fleas. The time it takes you, you will have to leave. Without you. Without me. Without my pleas. Within my screams. The bleeding air. The unfed mouths. My lovely heart that beats so true. To the sound. To the doom. Everywhere that lacks the presence of you. Hurt. Pain. Death. Strain. Memories that make me cry out in God's name. In my little apartment. That's in my head. That's where it started. That is where it ends. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 6 [informant] => isaiyan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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