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[sid] => 128098
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[aid] => mick
[title] => road to recovery
[time] => 2006-11-12 03:39:13
[hometext] => im still waiting for this to happen to me....
[bodytext] => I dwindle on the edge of daftness but in my mind im perfectly sain. By so many i've been cozen, by I am all I blaim. I believed their lies so the fault is mine punish me god as you wish. depleat me of my soul, my heart snatch me from abliss. excruciating pain enters my heart my sanity's decending the spark once brilliant inside my eyes is dull i'm distant and half unliving. my thoughts are in a jumble one runs into another my soul knows not whether to stay or leave for it, life and death battle eachother. I've lost insight of who i am and who i want to be my mind doesnt know that it's corrupted and my eyes refuse to see. Inside i might as well be dormant my hearts as cold as ice outside is a mirror image of how i feel though i try desperstly to muffle my cries. I cant just let myslef die i've got a future that could by happy and long for now i am still extant and death just seems so wrong. SO peice by peice i'm stitched back together my sanity is more intact slowly im recovering my scenses the knowing of who i am, i no longer lack. i will throw away my troubles peel away my dispare gladly think i made it through with full knolage that is rare. slowly opening my eyes, the fog lifts from inside my heart and souol brighten ready for a second chance in life. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 61 [informant] => tearstained_soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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