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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Pressure
[time] => 2003-05-10 23:35:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => The pressure is constantly there
A bigger annoyance than fleas in the hair Everyone applies it and I try not to care It’s like a tightening vice on my head Like when it’s been too long since my stomach was fed Like walking the world in pain as a living dead The pressure to do well or better yet, great To make straight A’s, I stopped to contemplate If I’m so good, why is everything I do too little and too late It’s no wonder I think of death and suicide When the pressure of life is applied Knowing that peace for me is always denied Figured if I had gashes in me The pressure would be relieved Left to float to another in this blissful yet chaotic sea Guess I’ll be missed, oh well The cracks were always there, they just finally broke the shell But now I feel tranquil, like a single, soft chime of a bell [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 36 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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