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[aid] => mick
[title] => (Do not enclose title in quotes
[time] => 2006-12-03 15:32:15
[hometext] => This is about a person I know who wont stop moaning about her life and how bad she has it.
[bodytext] => I shall always be as I was made. Both eager and without caring why or what. Who prays for effortless greatness And who wants what they know not. My mind, more fragile than I'd wish, My judgement more clouded than i'd hoped. My self esteem, a friend and foe And a life lived pittifully and bearly coped. I have no reason to hate what I am. No reason to hate at all. But still I do with my head held low A fool who likes to fall. Everything is poetic and true, Everything is false and dead. I wish to end it all for no reason But the ones I keep in my head. So heres to sitting quietly, In self reflection, in self loathing. I have many friends i wore so well Like the most fashionable of clothing. For I shall not regret what I am to do, I hope it to be my own 7th Symphony. A masterpiece of life loved wrongly. The epitome of much wanted sympathy. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 21 [informant] => FatBoy3000 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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