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[sid] => 46000
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Breaking Truth.
[time] => 2004-05-03 12:09:00
[hometext] => These are some feeling that i've felt before, and some that i feel now. i don't want to go back any further to that pain, but i fear things are getting a little too close now. tell me what you think of it.
[bodytext] => Poem after poem, day and night, I write. It’s some great addiction, to make me feel alright. But inside I’m rotten. I can’t cover my scars. I want to be let loose. But I don’t think I’ll get that far. I hide my pain in secret, from the rest of the world. No one knew I was blistering, up until now. And I don’t want to think, any more about this pain. But they’re just pushing buttons, leaving a stain. I need to be let loose, or jump in front of a car! I don’t want to be here, I want to fly to the stars. I’m breaking to pieces. I WANT TO GET OUT! This is me; it’s what I’m all about. You provided the walls, but they’re breaking now. I feel shattered, like I’m gonna fall down. You say you’re here, but you never see. The ashes and shadows, so you can’t understand me!! Don’t tell me you’re here help, I don’t wanna no. I’m trapped in insanity, and I can’t let go! I’ll keep on writing, though I can’t see the why. I don’t feel any better. I just think of suicide. Crushed between sublime, and things that may sort. I’m mixed up, cold and distraught. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 61 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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