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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hell
[time] => 2004-04-13 11:55:38
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[bodytext] => A foggy night, it's cold outside, it's a peaceful, yet there is one sound, that makes all the night air cringe, and all people coming turn around. Who wants to be lost in a corner of pain, all who come to help always seem to drown, in all the emptiness, in all the tears... of death, of relationships, of past years. I'm lost there...and I've never been found, I sit there and wallow in my misery, I am locked in the world I created for myself, I'm alone, insecure, immensly shattered. I ran away from life...and the reality, I felt as if I was going to suffocate, and die in all the tears you made me cry, but now your gone, and I'm still a wreck... And I'm really starting to wonder why, I didn't try to...work my problems out, why'd I step into a circle of hell... I know I will be here until I try and smile. More people come to this place each day, their broken hearts, still bringing them under, they come to me and ask for help... I studder, and I turn away. I've been here for a while, there is no reason, to be happy when I'm surrounded by hell's fire, and all the sadness, that had overtaken me, on earth...in love...all throughout my time. All my "friends" have forsaken me... my family...they don't want to be lost in my hell, I'm tired, but I cannot not sleep, I'll be here for eternity..crying with my lonely self. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 48 [informant] => setting_in_the_sun [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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