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[aid] => mick
[title] => Giving Advice
[time] => 2004-07-14 09:39:37
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[bodytext] => Sitting here, hearing voices, seeing choices, feeling hopeless, lost in thought and left so voiceless that only whispers do pervade to serenade my cavalcade of friends who come and look for gold, it's getting old, I'm getting cold, losing these things I've tried to hold. Taking liberties where there are none, lost it all in the pursuit of fun, lost it all and then some. Exploding in my heart and mind, exploding way before my time, repressed ideas just remind of feelings tasted so divine that got buried in the altruism, this sacrifice, this indecision, this scraping just to make a living, has put my heart in lost remission. Standing here, answering voices, neglecting choices, benign hopeless, at least the company is boisterous, as I begin my serenade. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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