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[aid] => mick
[title] => Indescribable
[time] => 2004-09-05 16:08:01
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[bodytext] => Today's just yesterday's tomorrow. Each day is a DejaVu. Stuck in a circle of resemblance. Is this what they call life? I'm sleeping awake. I'm awake when I sleep. If I didn't wake up, I'd still be sleeping People who say life is a bed of roses usually complain about sleeping in thorns. I'm alive but still dead. Dead but still alive. I'm a wandering dead person. I would rather die completely, than be alive but still dead inside with no life. I'm nothing but still something. I'm no ones anybody. I'm depressed and solitary. The walls I build around me to keep out the sadness, also keep out the joy. I hope for derestriction from this hell. While there is life, there is hope. While there is hope, I`m alive. Never deprive my hope, it is all i have. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 13 [informant] => gothicangel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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