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[aid] => mick
[title] => this cant be happening
[time] => 2005-08-10 19:14:39
[hometext] => this is more of a vent but a poem at the same time
[bodytext] =>  have you ever sat there one day and sudenly something happens and you get so quiet like the eye of a storm and you can feel and hear your mind snap like a milion ruber-bands pulled to there limit? and everything just stops as it builds up inside and you know whats coming yes, you know you blow your top and go insane you through things you yell... and there is no one there you cant move just stare out into an empty casum you see it but then you dont every sound is hightend and sharp you can here people calling your name soon yelling it but there is no one there you cant help but wonder what did i do to deserve this .... i have thought about suicide before but i new i would never do it its against my morals but recently .... that nife is looking verry friendly have you ever heard that country song whisky lullaby it pretty much applys here but even when i put that bottle to my head and pull the triger he will still be in my memory hanting me after death pretty soon i will be the dust in the attick of his mind and he wont even remeber me just traces so dont be surprised when you find me with my face down in the pillow clinging to his picture for dear life i dont have the strength to get up off my knees this time ... i love you [comments] => 0 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 22 [informant] => silenceinthestorm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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