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[sid] => 20210
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Sick and Tired
[time] => 2003-07-10 03:35:00
[hometext] => This is me.
[bodytext] => Sitting at her computer, The black rings under her eyes tell a story. Not of hope nor happiness. Not of glory. Sick of being the strong one, Her fists pound her head. The tears roll down her cheeks; filled with dread. Thoughts of home bring no comfort, For they are the cause of her pain. She has nothing to lose and nothing to gain. Trapped in a void, Only she can understand. Why does nothing ever turn out as you plan? Hoping for comfort, And dreaming of people caring. She’s tired of the incessant comparing. She types a few last words And will no longer be ignored. Her head falls forward and smashes into the keyboard. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 48 [informant] => punkwthn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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