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[sid] => 94695
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Broken Wings
[time] => 2005-05-17 01:25:43
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[bodytext] => To give in would be a sin though I'm off balance I am still standing, like a butterfly trapped in a jar my wings are useless and distorted is the view... essential is the sequence of running up hill just to stand still. Everyone is pretending nothing is what it seems try to be a friend get stabbed in the back and for ever bleed, I'm a crippled pilgrim a cosmic psycho never knowing what is real but before I die I just want to feel. Sleep walking in the daylight passing the time in this cycle we call life, I find it hard to complete a sentence my wings are useless so I can't fly. I silently scream cause I feel left out tears of confusion form rivers in my mind.... I want passion to explode and flow and take me and shatter this cycle of doom but I'm so broken and damaged I don't know what to do. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 43 [informant] => secretwind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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