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[aid] => mick
[title] => This Girl
[time] => 2002-10-05 08:20:00
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[bodytext] => This girl has nothing much to give.
This girl has no reason still to live. Neither pretty, famous, good or rich, Just A silly, selfish, childish *****. What nerve to think she has the right? To struggle so, and fuss and fight. Who is this girl to argue or demand? To moan and whimper and command. What are all these needs she must address? Everyone else would settle for less? Oh, if only she could take them all, Take her desries and roll them in a ball. Then throw the lot of them away, Have no outstanding bills to pay, Or simply pay the fine and leave. Cut her loss and quit. Who’d grieve? Everything treasured leads to something lost. Only nothing has nothing as its cost. Better this girl doesn’t resist. Better this girl doesn’t exist. So, in a narrow little room in a narrow little street, This young girl lived who had lately lost her mind, And amongst her pencils and her books, And her undistinguished, homely looks, In a place where tragedy and pathos never meet, She took her life and left the rest behind. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => melis [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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