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[aid] => mick
[title] => his words
[time] => 2005-04-17 23:14:50
[hometext] => you don't have to leave a comment, but if you understand this, please let me know
[bodytext] => he sat in his wheelchair as he always did (he always seemed to be waiting for me though i never told him when i'd come) he beckoned me in with a benign smile a smile that betrayed him nothing about him was benign and as he began to speak he wore the same amused smile that he always wore when speaking a smile that said that he knew everything that i didn't and my hunger for that knowledge amused him (that's all i really was his amusement) "they will come and they will take everything they can from you they will steal your money your possessions your friends some would even steal your life some will take far more personal things they will steal your appearance your essence they will take away pieces of everything you are they will copy you and become you and eventually eclipse you and you must let them let them have all they can take and when they grow weary of taking give yourself to them force everything inside of you onto them make them take it all and when there is Nothing left inside you will find the blessing of their greed for, beneath everything you think you need are the gifts you never knew you wanted once they take it all and push you to and beyond the edge you will unearth Yourself you will unleash all that you fight to hide all that you hide even from yourself you will fill the hollow with your core and you will be free within you lies a treasure and it lies beyond your breaking point and until you uncover this gift you are not alive every step every breath every empty second before your Awakening is a waste a vacuum of your existence embrace their greed become the hollow find your breaking point and shatter it's boundaries then no knowledge will be beyond you for you will be the..." he stopped and smiled and pointed to the door signaling that my time was up and that the rest of the answer was left up to me and as i looked back before the door closed his eyes closed slowly and his head fell back his breathing seemed to stop but in my head i could still here the laughter that lay behind his smile [comments] => 3 [counter] => 202 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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