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[sid] => 90289
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Nothing and the Black Shape
[time] => 2005-04-07 22:32:40
[hometext] => Based on a story I wrote
[bodytext] => Nothing. I am nothing. I was something. In the nothingness I feel comfortable, almost alive again, The nothing is my friend. But what's this? A black shape is pulling me away. It begins to form me into whatever it wants, when suddenly, I am dropped. Or am I lifted? As if I am now a toy it has become bored of. But I am nothing no longer. I am not something anymore. The blackness has tainted me, And the nothingness is no longer my friend. I am no longer nothing, no longer something, and I have no idea what I am anymore. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 64 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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