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[bodytext] => My mind seems to be decomposing My eyes, they see the truth My heart seems to be loathing The very thought of you It seems I am alone in here Unaided with a billion drones No one to feel or see or care It’s like they’re made of stone If you weren’t so vengeful, So cruel, so cold I don’t think you would exist If I wasn’t so thwarted So broken, so alone I’d think there was something amiss So think what you want Tell all your lies I won’t care, I can’t For it will lead o my demise [comments] => 2 [counter] => 383 [topic] => 6 [informant] => MissTeenSuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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