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[aid] => mick
[title] => the love of hate
[time] => 2005-06-10 04:07:45
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[bodytext] => we sit alone in the dark while we converse with silent enemies. ememies of the past that dont talk or move or breathe we see them in our mind but others dont see their faces they are enemies that only you know, that only you see, that only bother you they haunt you while they follow your every step and there is no way on earth to make them leave you alone you see them in your sleep and breathe them by day while they wander shimmering around a silent courtyard a courtyard that was once full of roses but when your enemy entered....they all turned black black as the night in which they lurk, in which they live, in whick they haunt you walk along the path not quite knowing the way but they are always one step ahead of your every move they know what your thinking, what you're about to say even before you open your mouth they control you even when you dont know they're there and every word they whisper you take straight to heart they taunt and sneer at you every step you take but still you wander aimlessly along that path the path that will lead to freedom, that will lead you away from this enemy but still they follow it seems they will never go, never leave, never leave you alone and then after walking the courtyard path your whole life taking millions of steps but never getting any closer realization sinks in and finally you see there never a way to escape the idea of escape was naive but you can never leave now now you have entered the courtyard and for the rest of existance you will wander that path searching for freedom but always being followed by your silent enemy and the worse part is that death is the only way out............. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 36 [informant] => mel_666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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