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Array ( [sid] => 184291 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => thanks for that [time] => 2017-07-01 01:11:40 [hometext] => [bodytext] => i have entered the world
and i have your habits.
they are not mine,
but you are no longer around to take care of them.

they are stuck to me, as they have always been.
and these habits?
not good ones.

thanks for that.

this body that i have won,
that i now fight to keep,
every day.
it makes me want to go home, but i/'/m already here.

i struggle against it most days.
this body, weighed down by your choices.
not good ones.

thanks for that.

it is not irredeemable.
it has all the scars you left it,
and some new ones i have made.
they look the same, if you look

but i still love how you love,
and i still dream as you dream,
and sincerely,

thanks for that. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 72 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Gloomyblu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

thanks for that

Contributed by Gloomyblu on Saturday, 1st July 2017 @ 01:11:40 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

i have entered the world
and i have your habits.
they are not mine,
but you are no longer around to take care of them.

they are stuck to me, as they have always been.
and these habits?
not good ones.

thanks for that.

this body that i have won,
that i now fight to keep,
every day.
it makes me want to go home, but i/'/m already here.

i struggle against it most days.
this body, weighed down by your choices.
not good ones.

thanks for that.

it is not irredeemable.
it has all the scars you left it,
and some new ones i have made.
they look the same, if you look

but i still love how you love,
and i still dream as you dream,
and sincerely,

thanks for that.

Copyright © Gloomyblu ... [ 2017-07-01 01:11:40]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: thanks for that (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 1st July 2017 @ 09:55:01 PM AEST
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wow!!! they, some of them want a kid who
eventually has no care in the world, they might
mean that as a way of thinking about having
the freedom to choose your own road in life,
perhaps they thought as much, like it was something they themselves never had, freedoms to choose, isn/'/t that dispelling, or displacing, sometimes, in how it places the weight, all the pressure upon the offspring, who should be so
carefree. Ah, the perfect babe, preordered, preordained by catalog.
Part of where they went wrong, it was later found,
was where they went quite right -
And very much so.

Great write! I think you understand a great deal about
people in general. And about the truth, that heck, life is no easy trick.

Peace!

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