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[sid] => 43148
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pretending
[time] => 2004-04-14 00:17:27
[hometext] => This poem is about eight years old. I hope you like.
[bodytext] => You know, I learned to play pretend and the world seemed to be fake and then I turned fake You know, I realized the layers and how the people wear them freely and I can't understand You know, this creates a force for which I must carry so I feel so unstable I learned to play pretend understanding for the world went away like demons playing in layerd clay You know? You know, my understanding just floated away as the flames grew higher for my painted Mary's dyer You understand? You know, I could so easily cut these chains and fly across to freedom lovely are those skies You know, I learned to play pretend and the scenery faded thru while everyone went on living You know, I'm trying to comprehend but it's just a mess in my head I awake in my shed with closed doors ahaunting for the machine is accounting I could so easily flow down stream leave the hate and breed for love but I'm losing faith, I lost the kingdom You know? You know, I should fly to the stars and leave your nest to find some one who doesn't play pretend You know, I'm tired of playing pretend I'm tired of see-ing these things I'm tired of playing these parts You know, lights aren't as bright when the sun is faded and the world has turned black [comments] => 5 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 61 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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