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[aid] => mick
[title] => poem 31
[time] => 2009-01-19 12:51:44
[hometext] => the last poem is supposed to be poem 30... I apparently have issues with numbers
[bodytext] => The darkness surrounds me once again, Enveloping me. The cravings to harm myself, They grow stronger, As I slowly grow weaker. I refuse to give in though. I have more then enough scars, All within, Some still gaping wounds. They still bleed profusely, All over the floor. I want no scars on the outside. If all the scars and wounds I have, If they were all on the outside, I would be a monster. Far more hideous then I already am. I want to be pretty, But instead I was cursed with this hideousness. No one truly wants me, And I cannot blame them. Other then sex, What am I good for? I am a dirty whore, A filthy slut... A pathetic excuse for a human being. If I can even be considered that anymore. I am nothing more then a pleasure toy for men. Will I ever be allowed to be more? Sadly I know I never will. I am doomed to a life of complete loneliness, And I have accepted my fate. Still, It doesn't make it hurt any less. Nothing feels real to me. I feel trapped in this overwhelming darkness. I can never truly escape. Trapped within my disgusting personality, I will never be free. No matter how hard I fight, My disgusting personality always seems to win. Pathetic me. And so once again, The darkness swallows me whole. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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