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[sid] => 50833
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => This Room
[time] => 2004-06-07 15:47:28
[hometext] => This poem talks about being in JDC or a place like that.
[bodytext] => The air is cold in this room where I sit, the walls are empty and gray. The floor is hard and the sky is dark, I increasingly hate it each day. I stare at the walls on the floor where I lie, dwelling on being alone. But the more I think, the more I hurt, so the thoughts in my head I let go. I've given up hope that someone will come and rescue me from this room. They don't understand, but they think they do, the things I'm being put through. I always ask and they never tell, but still I wonder why, no matter what I think, they always say I'm better off here where I lie. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 61 [informant] => AnaBanana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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