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[title] => My Troubled Mind
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[bodytext] => Lost and alone In a world not my own So much before me That's left unknown Contractions of actions Concerning my heart The last sense of peace Is falling apart Nothing is fitting and nothing belongs Not enough time to right all my wrongs Talentless writing Keeps pen to the page Until I escape The last fit of my rage It's chaotic and senseless And I can't find the end My body is breaking The farther it bends The remains are scattered all over the lawn But the chaos won't stop it'll keep going on... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 61 [informant] => stellar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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