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[aid] => mick
[title] => limit
[time] => 2011-03-24 14:33:37
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[bodytext] => Too much to say, with nothing to say too much to do , with nothing to do feeling okay, not really okay fearing the new, the silence of new. I kidded myself that I was of use of use I was, myself now a kid confidence once solid, I was hanging loose confidence loosely hanging, no longer solid why didn't I plan, why didn't I see this? A nonchalant man I just cannot be this bills through the door, much more than before those friends that provided, they're providence slighted and now they want it all back. silence - terrifying unemployment – terrifying escapism – terrific realisation – sudden hope? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 108 [topic] => 43 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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