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[title] => What of this Fear?
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[bodytext] => Frozen, that I am. Numb inside, cold out , waiting to catch disease. Speaking things that mean nothing. Nothing...That word resounds within my head, and hides within my body. I wait for it to come out and fully consume me. I am in its thoughts. It is within my own. Am I to fear when it comes? Lonely, I wait for the black sadness of nothing. Lonely, I wait for it, listening to its soft whispers and its screaming wails. I can not escape its rival, for it has already come. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crypt_pixie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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