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[title] => Attending Your Own Funeral
[time] => 2010-12-07 15:39:39
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[bodytext] => You won't believe this, rightfully so, you'll think it’s not true but a person will do anything, when he starts losing his screw I didn't feel that any one loved me, so I devised one day to test out my theory, in the most bizarre type of way I found a way after considerable thought, to put myself on display and to be able to stay conspicuous, from a secure distance away I watched them attend my eulogy, peculiar as it may sound enjoying the reception, It was nothing short of spellbound Who could think, a person as crazy as I might be Going to such extremes, who would ever foresee to accomplish this great task, of convincing my heart someone would somehow care, if I really did depart in the back of the room, with shades covering my eyes sinking into a chair, surrounded by this chorus of cries who would ever suspect, that this stranger sitting in the back was really not far away, from being deemed a quack When my funeral was about over, I watched those flowers start to bend they too seemed to be saying, haven't you yet been able to mend so I pushed myself up front, in order to get a better look this deaths looks too real, what if I really did pass over that final brook as I approached my casket, overtaken by this powerful desire could this really be happening, shaking with a cold perspire to escape from this nightmare, there was but one thing to do hastening to relieve myself, running from bed to bathroom, I flew The lesson here to be learned, after thinking about it, was simple and clear we often have these fears, and yet are not always aware what’s important for us, is to truly recognize in ourselves, which is the key understanding our need to feel loved, and the absurd lengths we go, in order to see [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 19 [informant] => 2bpositive [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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