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[sid] => 76804
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ripping a hole in my pocket
[time] => 2004-12-21 20:16:49
[hometext] => I hate the thought of not being wanted for who i am, nothing more nothing less.
[bodytext] => I dont wanna be the killer if i've never even killed before I dont wanna be the butt of all your jokes unless i laugh I keep one hand in my pocket to keep me from losing it.. Its too much for me and i dont know how to handle this Twenty four hours and im still where i stood before Watched friends walk by without trying to compromise my own position "Its all relevant" you say as you drive so far away. I dont wanna be the injury if i have to hurt somebody I dont wanna be the third wheel unless you needed a spare tire I dont think i could stand this much longer My best friend is my lighter and i dont even smoke..ironic? Twenty four hours and im still here in this frame Let me out of this stupidity-im restless I count the times you go in and out of my head In and out, in and out, and out and out and away you go... I dont wanna be the creator if i have to think of ideas I dont wanna be the "secret" unless it turns to gossip I think its time you took your big ego out to show I want to break down somewhere, somehow right now Twenty four hours ago and twenty four more to go You are the train of thought and i just lost mine... I grab my shower curtains and tear them down in fear I thought i heard you unlocking the front door Yes, it would be funny if you showed up randomly Yes, i would be happy...god damn that sucks Hear i am on my bathroom floor in a towel Soaked not in soap but just sweat of sickness I promised i wouldnt be emotional like all them ***** But...here it comes and i cant help but cry Forget brushing my hair today-it'll only be a waste of time Put on the same clothes and everything will work out fine The streets seem empty but thats just because the silence I shove my hand in my pocket to keep from losing it... And i find my unused metal plated lighter Good friends in bad times-ironic? No just unheard of [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Levymetal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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