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[aid] => mick
[title] => To Fall Down The Rabbit Hole
[time] => 2010-11-10 06:57:32
[hometext] => this represents how i felt for a school friend between year 6 and year 13. i still find myself thinking about him today
[bodytext] => We meet for the first time, I remember, we were nine. Laughing, playing, joking, only until the school bells chime, then its home until next morning. Three or so years go by. Eventful years, how time flies. Growing and maturing. Everyday we had said goodbye, and more I looked forward 'til morning. I cannot sleep at night. Much on my mind, with it I fight. The laughing and joking we shared I find I hold too tight Day just doesnt seem to be dawning. 'Boys like girls' people say. I cant agree, no not today. Playing turned to hiding though I struggle to stay away. I think of you so much its fright'ning. The first thing on my mind, also the last, starting to grind. Feelings are confusing but they shout very loud I find. Love, it's hard to remain ignoring. A few more years have past. Difficult years, didnt go fast. Too hard to keep meeting. Upon my flesh scars have been cast, Josh, its you who I am mourning. We meet for the last time. It is the end, you cant be mine. Crying, screaming, shouting. You've no clue why it is I whine? No-one compares, so why stay living? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 76 [informant] => JJAA_91 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => obsession )
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