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[sid] => 56807
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Breaking Broken
[time] => 2004-07-19 18:12:25
[hometext] => This poem is about music.
[bodytext] => Lying Down, face down. Hugging the floor, Squeezing so tight, it might, I might. Break. This music makes me feel like everything is drifting away form me as I become closer to it. Like the time keeps going and going but nothing is happening. everyone is doing the exact same thing as me. This song had played so many times but its different every single time and keeps becoming more real and real. I fall once more into the time warped deception of this, this that's so real, and I feel. it feels, Like its breaking. Im breaking. Dying, lying face down. Dying from the voided sound of. hurt. This is so real, but its breaking. Its faking, emotion, provoke. Its breaking, Breaking, The floor has fallen in. And I lie here. I die here. I break. I'm broken. Because for the first time, this floor I lay on is not as sturdy as I thought. Crumble and break me. Its all been done before. Therefore- i'm done breaking. I lay scatterd on this broken in ground. And nobody notices. Don't move, don't make a sound and everything will be perfect. Because I am as broken. As it gets. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 43 [informant] => HighOnRomanticore [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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