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[sid] => 60718
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Something gone
[time] => 2004-08-19 16:19:19
[hometext] => Closure
[bodytext] => I remember the days of the old and I'm not scared of what I bought or sold. I was young not to strong, but that is over and things go on. I dream of you, then after the night I understand what is true. It was me that curroded on cue. I remember days of old and I'm not scared of the truth that is told. I was dumb not to wise, but that is done with something gone. I still dream of..., then I understand, it was me that gave up on love. No fault of none. It was me that shot it with the gun. I remember those thing I stoled and I'm not scared, I gave up my gold. I am stupid not to bright, but it's okay, time will be alright. I remember those things and all of your hurt. I was wrong, but things go on. Well, I'm sorry about the dhurt. For now it's me that hurts. I remember those days and the things we said. I remember these feelings that have longed to be dead. I remember, but we live on. I miss what I once had What I still love But I understand it was me that gave up And thru away my perfect drug So I remember today, I lost my preccious thing. I gave her up and now must lay in my bed alone with the understanding in my head. She is better She is better off with out me now & we are fine to live another day somehow Touching closure and embracing the truth It hurts but not because of you It was me Who curroded on cue & I guess I am fine with these memories of you Sometimes it's just my mind that wishes Other things could be true & I swear these things I will keep dear For I no longer want to hurt you I remember now, it was me that broke your heart and now I feel it's my pentance to sleep alone in the dark. This is fine, I'm able to lye in the bed I made. I just have to yell out loud from time to time to remind my self this isn't a dream, I'm awake. I'M AWAKE & like the sand I let it blow away I remember now Just how you felt, then I remember now Just how I misrepresented you I remember I remember now & I except my pentance This price that has left me without the romance I'M AWAKE & like sand I let you blow away [comments] => 1 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 21 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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