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[sid] => 114569
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => I Remeber
[time] => 2006-02-09 20:34:30
[hometext] => Sorry for any spelling errors....I con't speel. Bad spellers untie!
[bodytext] => I Remeber I remeber... My older brother, a boy of ten years Pinned to the pantry door by the hand of my father I hid upstairs with my sister, crying paranoid thoughts plauging me Mom diden't belive us, either that, or she diden't care I remeber... I wanted to wacth Garfeild, he diden't He went to the kicthen for a knife Grandma leaves, or wasen't there in the first place, I don't recall Sister tackles brother to the ground I remeber, Another day, another fight This one got bad She empties the contents of the pills bottles into her palm I threatend to call 911 She put them back I remeber... A diffrent fight this time, I was little Mom goes into the post office, leaveing us alone Sister's nails are sharp, I still have scars I remeber... Crying, alone at night No one comes to comfort The crying child I remeber.. Yet another fight late at night "Tell him to turn that down!" "Its not loud!" It escalates It got psyical Sister and Dad are fighting, someone got a bad bruise I forget who I remeber... I don't know what this one was about All I remeber is Sister threating to kill Dad He said "Come and try!" Lifts his arms above his head I get in her face, distracting her trying to stop her from getting a knife Dad yells at me for getting involved [comments] => 0 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 44 [informant] => suit_of_armor [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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