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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wasteland
[time] => 2002-08-03 19:52:52
[hometext] => About the girl who could never make up her mind, and had no self-identity.
[bodytext] => She wishes that there was
just one thing in the world that could make her happy. ‘Cuz everything she ever loved, and all the things she never loved could only make her cry. She drudges through her wasted life swinging there from one vine to the next. No sooner than she lets one go, the vine she has is starting to snap, and everything is starting to snap. She wishes that, just once, she could relax. Her everything is temporary, anything that’s temporary has to go away and meet her past. The tendrils made of marijuana and the boys who say they wanna love her forevermore are gone. And as she searches for that something out there that can make her happy, everything around her head is turning out to be just crappy and her lovers hold her there with promises they don’t intend to keep. She weeps. Her friends are lying through their teeth when they all say that they’ll be there next week. She weeps. And she lies asleep in bed at night dreaming of that silent night when everything around her closes in. And finally her life can begin. And as she looks up at the ceiling, she can’t help but fight the feeling that her life of pain will never end, and all she ever wanted was a friend. All she ever wanted was a friend. And finally she thinks she’s found a friend. The end. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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