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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Tainted Waters
[time] => 2003-01-31 05:00:00
[hometext] => Sometimes people act in such a way that you will never ever see them the same... unfortanately for me, I saw a bad side to someone I really cared about and it ruined everything forever.
[bodytext] => Just when you think you know someone.
Time has taken you to, what you thought, was an understanding of who they were. But then the crash comes and a ripple emerges that impels the collapse of the foundation of what you thought was a solid relationship. It strikes the trust . Undulates harshly up and down, Breaking apart any drop of belief that yesterday could ever be once again-- and leaves you doubting if it ever was genuine. The ripples unfold dangerously Growing bitterly severe-- Instentaneously extinguishing all hope with a rush of furious waves Destroying all you once knew. The act of raging dissipatation. In the midsts of this violent storm You fleetingly wonder how something that took so long to build could be destroyed so quickly. Desperately trying to find alternatives-- holes out of what appears to be happening-- Yet you can’t hold onto maybe forever. Eventually truths are revealed. You’re hands and feet are bound And you watch your islands of excuses become engulfed and set in motion, Just like everything else They take hit after hit and soon you are left without any recongnition of anything distinct. All that was dry has drowned. Its a puddle. A Puddle of Mud. No clairty. No knowledge. No vision. No understanding. It’s Tainted. Irrevercibly sullied. Even after the worst of the storm had subsided, Never again can you touch it without being soiled again. You’re left to let it go-- never knowing the cause Ever blaming yourself. Puddles of Mud can’t give you believable explinations... Even so, Explinations can’t undo the damage. They are now Tainted waters... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 271 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Molly [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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