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[sid] => 23569
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => her white flag
[time] => 2003-09-21 02:35:00
[hometext] => one of my saddest, i think. it depressed me just writing it. a 15yr old girl's surrender. trying to escape the battlefield of life. finding a different way out when the world ignores her white flag.
[bodytext] => she waves her white flag at the world she never shows her face just trying to hide from it all her shelter found in isolation her white flag still waving but the world takes no notice and another barrage of super models leave her self-esteem in shambles the smoldering remains of better days when she didn't need the white flag at all days when food wasn't an enemy days when the mirror didn't make her cringe her white flag is shredded, listlessly hanging like she sometimes sees herself, in late night dreams there just doesn't seem to be any way to win and she can't even remember what she's fighting for like a long awaited savior, sleeping pills promise release a shelter, no pain can penetrate and when the bottle is empty she curls up on the floor of her foxhole trying to block out the sound of the bombs trying to ignore the war she never wanted dead at 15, dead longer still her still breath was belated by years bitter sleeping pills brought the sweetest reward washed down by a lifetime of tears now, in some lonely cemetery her unknown soldier's grave bereft of flowers, it's only decor is the tear-stained white flag that she waved [comments] => 4 [counter] => 320 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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