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[sid] => 67320
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Freedom Is What I Need
[time] => 2004-10-13 20:44:02
[hometext] => This is about me, based on my life. But I would never do this.
[bodytext] => With a saddened farewell I turn my back on you and walk out the door. There is a pebble on the grown Sitting by the edge of a puddle. I kick the pebble and it flies over the water And lands on the other side. A bird flies over my head And I fear it will crap on my head. But it just rises higher in the air And I stand watching it go. I try my hardest not to look back I made up my mind and I am not turning around. My feet begin to move again And I find myself moving forward. I got a back slung over my should Filled with meaningless things I love. My doc. Martins are untied So my rainbow shoelaces are getting wet Because of the fallen rain coating to sidewalk. I am the only one to blame I am the one that packed up and left. But the coldness of the house was killing me Soon I would be as dead as the fridge in our front yard. Covered in dirt and smelling like old fish. I had to walk away from you all And I am sorry for the pain that will cause But I could not live in a house Where there were holes in dirty walls And a moss covered car in the driveway. Hiding my money in a puppet Or behind a Jim Morison poster Just does not strike my fancy anymore. And yelling at the top of my lunges Just to be heard by daddy Really is not fun anymore. I am so sorry that I had to do this But I am not going back. With money strapped to legs And meds carefully hid. So many things breaking in our house, And so many people dying inside. As I walk away and look at the birds in the sky And the pebbles on the ground I know that I love you all But freedom is now what I need. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 23 [informant] => SlimStaple [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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