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[sid] => 3349
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Supposedly
[time] => 2002-09-04 06:51:27
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => soon, there will be nothing left
nothing left to pick up after but you know, and you go still searching for ever afters i'm here, i know you've seen but left me to my lonesome well that's fine for this time i'll make a day you know one what are you doing now? life's not a fairy tale, it's not perfect save your romanticisms i'm not going to listen, not to you... oh i'm through, playing this little game it's just hard, when you just overplay and you feel, the edge of morning rain flooded loss, made of a solace pained... supposedly nothing. supposedly. soon, there will be nothing left nothing worth an endeavor you don't see, you still think there's still hope in this weather forget me, i'm just a scene a backdrop to your open stage that's alright now i'm alright i'll stay open at this page what are you doing now? life's not an orated dream, it's not golden save your soliloquies i'm not going to listen, not to you... when you... won't hear... me... oh i'm through, playing this stupid game it's just hard, nothing here's the same and you feel, the edge of morning rain flooded loss, made of a solace pained... supposedly nothing... supposedly. you know, but you go, and you don't, see me you slow, but still go, and still don't, see me you don't... you don't really see that i'm here... you don't... you don't really see me here at all... *** (9/3/02) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 13 [informant] => daniel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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