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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wiped Out...
[time] => 2004-05-09 22:50:45
[hometext] => I wrote this today; It was getting on my nerves that I was being judged on the soul bases of my apperance. These morons will never understand depression...
[bodytext] => It seems like my life is never changing. ..and I'm destined to boredom. Well, my boredom leads to thoughts Of suicide attempts and mournful cries. But no one really knows me, No one will ever understand my ways. I say I needed someone there.. ..but they never came to my rescue. ..No one cares about my feelings. Everyone will just think the same things. ..that I'm hopeless, and gothic. Well, morons, you shouldn't judge by apperance. I'm a nice person, if you get to know me. So what if I listen to different things Who cares if I'm not what I seem. You never will understand life.. ..And because of you, no one will. We'll be dead and wondering still. I may of lost this battle I wasn't equipped with hateful words. But, I'll win this war Just wait, I'll take this world over. I'll knock out the moron race and start anew. I'll breed from the blood of you. Mostly, I sit here.. and think why you are too dumb to believe my cries. Oh well. It wasn't meant to be. ..If you were suppose to help.. It would've been destiny. Destiny didn't lay a hand on this matter. She let me deal with this with a stone. She knows I'll wipe out your so-called race. And replace you with my own.. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 25 [informant] => SilentPwn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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