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[time] => 2011-05-27 15:53:58
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[bodytext] => I feel quite different to the crowd, I suppose although I am comforted by them, they make me feel uncomfortable for I am the same, yet I want to be different and I am different and want to feel the same for they enjoy, whilst I endure and they endure whilst I enjoy I used to be scared of dying. Now I'm scared of living, if living is on the way to dying. for now I count the steps, both back and forth I know the distance. It is tangible. for ever is out of reach I want to reach it, but not in my current form – I'm not particularly attractive. I used to be. I was easily bored now I wait memory is my enemy but it also draws comfort. For without memories, what are we? We? If only I [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 21 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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