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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Penetrate This
[time] => 2002-12-18 01:40:00
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[bodytext] => Cry of pain and remorse to the dead cold air and forever be within the world of chaos and pain. You choose to lie with open arms and touch the finest thimble as a ripple of the past that wasn’t what you wanted or needed and I understand that. To the places that you visited in your deepest darkest hours of your unconscious mind, you were in your hell because it was dark, blackness was a void that kept you forever alive and when you die it will wither away your souls and you will be a zombie, forever enclosed in the tomb that will never open and gets more crowded everyday. You will stand for eternity, blanked by the soft but none existent hope that one day you won’t be there anymore and you will be home, with family and friends, gossiping over the immortal question that befalls us all… what will I do tomorrow?
I must keep reminding myself that this sign that I see in front of me is the sign leading to a distant road that may change directions once in a while but I may not ever see this road until my final days on this planet, I may not see this road at all. I must close my mind to all bad thoughts and continue on my journey to another place of peaceful living and stupid self-absorbed people who only have the mind enough to think about themselves and there pointless lives that go nowhere. At least I’m walking a road to somewhere. To light the fuel that will burn the fire, penetrate this! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 36 [informant] => MysticThornz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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