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[aid] => mick
[title] => Inward Outcast
[time] => 2011-11-01 15:46:36
[hometext] => searching for solace.
[bodytext] => I curse these wicked ways, and speak fowl on my own behest. I'm disgusted with my ways, and weigh heavy on my own chest. So hypocritical am I, to feel the sins of earthly human. I feel my soul terrorized, I feel my brain becoming stupid. The ebb and flow of my endorphins is most certainly at its low. I feel a prisoner of my soul, with no discernable direction to go. Each phase of my life, my mind, my heart, and imagination. I feel trapped, a prisoner, in a cold desolate prison, but never the less, a prison of my own creation. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 75 [topic] => 48 [informant] => TimTheThinker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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