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[aid] => mick
[title] => Masses of Singles
[time] => 2004-12-16 22:18:50
[hometext] => My names Lionel, Im 12 and Live in BC, Canada... first poem submitted.
[bodytext] => Alone: I am alone. Alone walking this beautiful earth. No one to trust, no where to go. Because we are all alone. Alone to cope with fear and grief. And to discover where the end may lead. Death? ... probably. Love… Peace? No. I am alone. Alone to weep. Hate is the only way that us singles connect. To set off a bomb, torture and reject. Love is just an act we put on. There is no such thing. And if there ever was, it is all gone. Some people will say that we’re all caring souls. but they don’t same to mention war and the high death tolls That is because they don’t want to face, That the end should come to the human race. But aside from there little want to be truths… We are ALL alone, all single and screwed. Masses of singles that avoid the truth. Do you not see that there is no such thing as a group? Are we that stupid? To stupid to realise? That there is no point to life… communication… or feeling... It is all an act, meant just to leave us reeling? Emotions are tricks. They’re there then they’re gone. Thoughts come from people trying to screw with your mind. Don’t trust anyone, not even yourself. Because we are all alone, So keep to yourself. We are all alone. Just singles in this race. We are all alone, In this wild goose chase [comments] => 6 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => lionels [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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