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[title] => The Dear John Letter
[time] => 2004-06-20 05:38:29
[hometext] => Hey.....................Just Sitting There Contemplating :P
[bodytext] => We are taught to pray As children we are told of God But when are the angels coming When will our prays be answered In times of suffering and in times of death Our prays never seem to be answered In times of war and in times of death Our prays never seem to be answered I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling and wonder Will this darkened soul ever be free? I take long walks, I watch TV Anything to get rid of these thoughts These memories that are like daggers Digging into my mind Thoughts of self-righteous suicide And if whether there is such a thing Is this the only way my soul will be free I come near a cliff and stand on the edge I spread out my arms and look to the sky All my thoughts race through my mind Like a smorgasbord of disturbance I slowly lean forward and start to plummet The cool breeze feels heavenly Against my tear drenched face I look around me Everything around me a is a blur of colour Hues of blues, reds and deep browns I see the waves crashing Against the rough rocks below me For a second I feel like i am floating And the angels finally come They catch me and take me to the heavens above The feelings that have tormented me Are now gone as this soul leaves the body And soar on the wings of angels [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => harj [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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