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Array ( [sid] => 75486 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My madness [time] => 2004-12-12 19:24:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Depraved is what they call me,
Some even call me mad,
Why do they always try to change the name of me?
Of what I am, and how I feel,
They label me so many different ways,
Because not one of them wish to admit,
This lifestyle which I live,
These daily encounters I must face,
Are everywhere I turn,
The pain it causes is inevitable,
And shall never cease to exist,
This pain which becomes me wholly,
It's utterly, and endlessly mine and with me,
It's my........Depression. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 236 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Apolla [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
My madness

Contributed by Apolla on Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 07:24:18 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry



Depraved is what they call me,
Some even call me mad,
Why do they always try to change the name of me?
Of what I am, and how I feel,
They label me so many different ways,
Because not one of them wish to admit,
This lifestyle which I live,
These daily encounters I must face,
Are everywhere I turn,
The pain it causes is inevitable,
And shall never cease to exist,
This pain which becomes me wholly,
It's utterly, and endlessly mine and with me,
It's my........Depression.




Copyright © Apolla ... [ 2004-12-12 19:24:18]
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Re: My madness (User Rating: 1 )
by LEMMEN on Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 07:30:32 PM AEST
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Your madness is mine as well they always try and tell me here take these pills they will help. But they never do i'm not the one thats crazy neaither are you.
Nice write.

~DENNIS~


Re: My madness (User Rating: 1 )
by athena on Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 07:46:17 PM AEST
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another great poem from u apolla!
*athena


Re: My madness (User Rating: 1 )
by Artemis03 on Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 07:46:35 PM AEST
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No matter what people label you it doesn't matter b/c you know who you are and what u r feeling. They just don't understand...but I do...cuz what you feel...it's the same deal for me. Love ya. Beautiful.liek always


Re: My madness (User Rating: 1 )
by Stonedraider23 on Tuesday, 14th December 2004 @ 06:51:15 PM AEST
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yea good write n pills suck i take enough of those careful they get ya pretty wild n sh*t but it pass bein mad rulez


Re: My madness (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Friday, 8th April 2005 @ 10:59:49 PM AEST
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I was curious after my write "Free At Last "what a future reader may have written on his own. How pleasant to browse and read a few of yours that caught my eye. I enjoy your style of reading. Raw real and Up. Excellent.

Whisper




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