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[aid] => mick
[title] => A new definition of the term
[time] => 2004-12-28 10:24:45
[hometext] => A stupid poem that no one will believe or can relate to but I promise you it contains only FACTS! From the controversial one.
[bodytext] => Yesterday, I felt happy and alive. I felt like I've been again revived. My thick walls of steel around me Have melted from my eyes that can see. I knew that I wasn't alone. Then a pure me was mistaken again. Abandonned discretely in the rain. From walls of steel to walls of fire forced to spurn an essential desire. Alone. I wanna it to be like in the past Where I was ugly and I wasn't last In the closed and open hearts around me. I really felt the things that I needed to see. At least, I wasn't alone. Life has used me like a demonstration To enrichen others and numb my frustration. Consealing all of my dreams and desires That are too me, clear and required. I'll even name some. Shopping down town, Playing video games together, Sharing my opinion about others, Jokes, Talking about my job, Helping each other, And sharing each others happy and dark secrets. My fate was In your hands. I don't care if one person abandonnes me But not EVERYONE if I'm being MYSELF. Now I guess I'm... too positive to be valued by a negative person. too negative to ve valued by a positive person. I'm just alone and useless. Just like all my uncared about poems. Till next time...who am I kidding? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 21 [informant] => the_escort [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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