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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Killer Blank Page
[time] => 2005-01-05 05:56:26
[hometext] => About How ANGRY i am at the moment about leaving home at 15!!! it has nothing to do with leaving home but how angry it has made me.
[bodytext] => Counting the days as they fly by, watching, waiting. Its as if the days i have left are numberd and are numberd quite short. As My life CUTS shorter the days grow longer and harder. I have nothing. No friends , No Enemies, No Love, No Hate, No Possesions, No Freedom. Just Anger of the black pages which write my life.The pen i Write with Seems to be something usefull but it is definatly not. It justr makes new place for my feelings to hide and so i wonder, Do people care? Or is this world here for no one to share?I dont bother with lousy made up words, i use the fear in my heart to cure this insanity. F*** these words F*** this Pen F*** everything because.....It dosent Matter. It dosent ***** matter. If there was love in this world i would have a bite, a bite to the throatto end this pain and wasted energy. F*** the system we dont need that. All i need is the clothes on my back. Drifting away with pleasent drugs seems to those old broken dreams but leaves empty Releams. Mended Homes family renunions, F*** it all i prefer confusions. Im sad to say i wrote this for bad reasons, Suicide thoughts throughout each season Help me Help Me Help me go we can end my life with the sound of a blow! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 6 [informant] => punkpoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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