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[aid] => mick
[title] => Graduation Picture
[time] => 2005-02-15 22:49:54
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[bodytext] => Rooms were made to be lived in, but I am never going to be here again because I am going home. Bags are packed as I take my seat alone by my computer screen, I am not going to spend my time online, a little lower is my destination. A picture serves a constant reminder of where I can go to find some peace, solicit some joy from my reveries, think of a new life with new memories I could be reflecting upon now. I'm thinner now than I was then I was hungrier then than I was when I put the picture in its frame. I left it here to remind me of who I am now, what I wanted then, and what I'm wanting now is that girl in the pictue staring back at me, now and then all over again I go through pains of seeing those smiling faces and all that remains is a moment too faint now to see clearly. If the world was a fair place, there'd be love and possesions to go around. But as I've wandered, I have found that the world is unfair, I stare at the picture, brightening my desk, the rest comes as easy as what comes next the passage of time in that context leaves me with not a word to say, as I pray to go back to that picture day. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 33 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SecretLove )
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