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[aid] => mick
[title] => Wasting Away
[time] => 2004-10-26 23:22:35
[hometext] => im sorry, i got the idea from another poem, but i needed to post it here because i couldnt show it to any loved ones. please please comment
[bodytext] => Pained has been numbed but not forgotten People lost, their memories rotten Habits stopped but still longed for Trying my best, the urges I ignore I let the time slip past It’s like sand through an hour glass Slowly but surely, the sand falls through I take it day by day, but total happiness is overdue They said if I stopped, I would be blissful But of my old habits, I am ever so miss-ful I let the days slip past It’s like sand through an hour glass I found someone to lighten my heart And he has, from the very start But I can’t always do the same for my love I look up in pain at the stars above I let the months slip past It’s like sand through and hour glass I still have this one thing that won’t go away I’ve been waiting and waiting for the very day There’s this pain in my heart, this numbness inside Any time I feel it coming on, I try to hide I let the years slip past It’s like sand through an hour glass I guess I’ll have to fake the cheer And go on like this, all through the years In the end, I’ll make him content If I have to die trying I’ll never resent I let my life slip past Like sand through an hour glass [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 13 [informant] => anonymussme [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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