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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Believing
[time] => 2003-01-29 11:00:00
[hometext] => onfusing little poem i have no idea what its about. about alot of things.... so not sure.... heh-heh...
[bodytext] => I need to get myself a destination.
There’s something I want to discover. Maybe a new reaction, One way or another. Only dreams can have a way to make me win, And maybe sometime, all my pain will one day end. Wasting time in a young girl’s heart, Pull me away, and let me go. So I don’t show affection. big deal, get over it. you make me feel, like you don’t care for it. In this barrier I stay, This little box I wait. Redemption in my soul, I need to take control. Awaiting my paradise in a pool of blood. Alone in my dark cold chamber. A new life, a wandering flood, What is it like not to remember? In the midst of the night, as the stars grew bright, I cleared my mind, and looked out that night. The moon was dull, and grey but silver, Once in my long life of days, I was too a believer. Not of god, or the devil, but of the other world, Where there were vampires, witches, and goblins, skies that twirled. But that was when if was a mere child, that believe in anything. It was an illusion in my eyes; it was an early morning in spring. There in front of me, I watched and stared. From within my hand I held, A silver little blade of beauty. In my other I held pills to swallow, my time was dealt. And my life is of cruelty. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 43 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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