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[aid] => mick
[title] => Repurcations
[time] => 2007-10-30 19:53:08
[hometext] => Wrote this off the top of my head , it's about what I've gone throught and deal with everyday thinking of the same things!
[bodytext] => Repurcations lost more than i can gain repurcations of pain failed to save me from the hate created an made so i break unwillingly the constant syringe in my skin made it hard to feel again became brokin within torment an lies reason enought for me to hide the cryies i have locked away inside and then again helped me to find a differnt man now who i am this fake face an smile no showing to the world under the scares there's a bent an brokon heart falling apart every second of a memorie all the ***** up ***** done to me relivied an thought out giving me more dout towards this cold hell i have to my own I'm alone walking soil into the inferno as it rages throught the darkest parts i hide from you a place where there's no sun only the feeling of numb twisted with unrealistic visions of the blind kept behind cold blues eyes that remember every dark october and when im not sober what's gone an over forever mass describes on how i live this unreal distance calculate the rate in which I was missed an dismissed by those i thought would save me from the nothing i gained when i moved away all definitions of people that refuse to listion to me scream for help as i thought out an fell through thinking how they made there decisions to let me drown while they whoched me go under i didn't make a sound to much pride to let it out an so i found they wanted me to bleed so they could consume my happiness and dreams reasons why i at night i can't sleep forced to remain six feet deep under my name on the grave stone that seems to be a lie when im still alive but missing... [comments] => 0 [counter] => 387 [topic] => 6 [informant] => danhar07 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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