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[sid] => 93375
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Hate me Because I helped?
[time] => 2005-05-05 13:08:31
[hometext] => How can you make this all my fault when all I did was helped. You are wrong. Just wrote this for no real reason.. Just felt like it.
[bodytext] => ----------___________-------------------- You hate me. You hate me. I'm me, so you hate me. I was good to you, so you blame me That the world isn't like me You hate me because I'm not like you want When you had accepted your pain I brought you along To this place where for the first time in so long You've actually been happy. Not a face not a mask, not a lie, not an act Not the falsehood you had grown to depend on But the truth, and you saw how your pain hurt But you left and you claim that it's my fault Now you know there is something better And now you have thrown it away And now you aren't happy in your gutter and you need someone else you can blame Someone wronged you, and that's sad indeed, lamentable enough, but for you to then say that I made it? When it's either you or he who brought pain. Maybe you're right. Maybe I am mean and evil Maybe I was just taunting you with lies. I have given food to the hungry, so hate me. I have offered relief to the pained I have comforted sickly, unhappy, and grisly so yes, for this I'm to blame. But the thirsty have water and hesitate to drink it fearful of the dangers of trust But some of them yet dare to find that it's clean and it's pointless to mention the rest Those who dared now go out and remembered clean water But in truth, have forgotten what it looks like So they guess for another place for their supply And are wronged because they thought it was healthy When in fact they were full, they were filled I had already given them water But their greed sends them further, and ill has remembered that gluttony is level with traitors [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 48 [informant] => MajesticPoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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