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[aid] => mick
[title] => Depression
[time] => 2004-01-27 00:40:48
[hometext] => why do these things come to my head?
[bodytext] => A weight is pushing down on me, smothering all that I can see. Sheltering all that I can feel, Mechanically I move and act unreal. Without passion in my eyes, without motovation in these lies. A robot without a chip I am, aimlessly performing an endless scam. My day to day tasks unreal, taste no longer has appeal. Touch has lost all of its feeling, Music has lost it's sense of healing. Sight has lost it's color here, taste has no tenacious cure. The world is now forever night, nothing to see but black and white. Now I am untouchable, self-consiously unreachable. Nobody hears my eternal cry, I just wish that I could fly. In a life there's always wonder, and these questions I will ponder. When will this sorrow end? when will we re-commend? Reaching out to anything, just to find myself sinking. There is nothing for my troubled mind. for my will-full seeking hands to find. My life is now out of control, everything seems gray and dull. Even my friends turn on me, hatred is now all I see. They don't want to be tainted today, by my endless world of black and gray. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 21 [informant] => MaRyDoNtUwAnNa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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