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[title] => Help Yourself
[time] => 2006-11-27 18:16:08
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[bodytext] => It’s a new beginning, the second, in as many days. The purpose is to wean myself from all that is disgraced, all that is displayed, to separate myself, from all that is bad. All that I have made. It’s a new day, like all others before it, like all those to come, yet, I can’t help but think this one is different. This one may produce whatever is missing, Inside, and to those outside looking in, It’s a cold morning. Not cold enough, yet, to chill still, I shiver uncontrollably fast, at the prospect of never feeling fulfilled, of never being rebuilt, the morals instilled, have faded and gone, to a place far from the heart. _________ _______ [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mangos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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