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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fathom (o6o6o5 part I)
[time] => 2006-09-02 21:48:38
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[bodytext] => As for me, what can I say. I'm still the same, I refuse to change, so I stay neutral with the pain that tells me I'm not happy, yet this is okay, since I'm seldom sad and hardly ever angry, although a million of them would gladly say, I'm still mad On the course of my direction, I have encumbered a great, a many things. Like the seasons pass, so watch life. Like the seasons start, all recycles. While we're on this note I still fathom the end and I pray everyone is alright with what they left if we were all but merely men then we would have no self regret I still fathom the end and know I'm half way there I'm okay I'm happy with what I have It's alright It's alright this makes me unsad As for you, I will still pray. You've found your thing, that releases you're pain. That keeps you beautiful and out of the rain. This will tell me it's okay. I'm not happy, but I'm seldom sad and hardly ever angry, although a million of them would loudly say I'm still mad For this course, my ill attraction I have subcum to a great, a many things Like the seasons are, so is life Like the season is, so let it be While we're on this note I still fathom closure and I pray for them all It's alright the things we left behind If we were more than only men then we could go with out feeling again but I still fathom [comments] => 2 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 43 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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