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[aid] => mick
[title] => Like Red, Blood Was Always Your Favorite Color
[time] => 2006-02-23 19:37:14
[hometext] => **ummmm lets just say my bath inspired me haha...this was so random**
[bodytext] => This place is not home. it is not comfort. it is not love. Like your ocean of lies, it only shows you truth, the truth you chose not to believe. You pollute the very air you breath with your words of sorrow. Your life rotts as you spoil it with your thoughts of all the bad times. You ponder as you sink down under Dont you love the sound of the music muffled as you soak? Do you like the way you see the world now with your vision blurred by the cold water that numbs your body? You've been here before with these thoughts You realize that in your worst times, your alive And you hate it dont you? Your veins turn blue as the oxgyen that once filled your lungs is taken away from you. The water redder than the roses he gave you before he broke your heart for the last time. the last time. You wont let it happen again. This is your only way out, Right? Why my child, do you cry when you face death in the eye? Are you scared? What are you thinking? Do you wonder if people will miss you? Do you wonder what will happen when all thats left is nothing? You lost it all in your battle with fate. Baby DoNt confuse Lust with Love et Love with Lust. Your stupid dont you know. thats what you think. You worthless! your pathetic! you arent worth it! Thats what you think every night before you go to sleep knowing that youll wake up in the morning and it will all start over again the next day. But it wont start over anymore will it. I guess you win right? I mean you have control now right? Wait, No..You have regrets. i can see right through you tonight. too late.. You cry. You choke. And before you could come back to the surface to breathe, Your Gone. You lose. But hey after all i guess its okay. Because were addicted to your suffering. This was your choice. this is how you wanted it to be. A Beautiful Red Mess. Like blood, your favorite color. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 43 [informant] => hearts4pain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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