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[aid] => mick
[title] => This Thing I call Life..
[time] => 2012-02-21 10:12:02
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[bodytext] => This thing I call life is dissipating my very being, killing me slowly… This thing I call life is one of making others feel loved and not as much about me as others seem to perceive.. I sell myself short and find myself running for cover when love is shown or even its shadow casts my way. Why is this so easy to do, when I can’t stand the thought of another feeling unloved or enduring an ounce of pain? We all desire love and thrive on its very essence, everyone seems so readily to dismiss it. I want to feel love caress my soul, like the oceans high tide caresses the shore. Although I allow it to pass me by or force it to move on. This thing I call life is a madness that can’t be diagnosed by any psychologists book, there is no help or label for me… This thing I call life when will it end? I imagine the day I allow myself to truly love again. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 91 [topic] => 61 [informant] => drogedarain [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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