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[aid] => mick
[title] => Grace's Farewell Address
[time] => 2005-05-22 22:28:19
[hometext] => Please comment...
[bodytext] => There was this girl who had the world in her palm but she let it fall to the ground, and said proudly bump everyone around, as she looked in the mirror she cried, as she looked and watched herself die. love was no longer the sunny warmth feeling to her, just a moment of joy later surperessed by the pain of the thought that someone for a spare moment could care for her, but they didn't so it was a waste of time, and she entertained the thought saying to herself that maybe that someone could be mine, but it wasn't good enough, it couldn't surpass the hunger, the love in between the storms wasn't good enough any longer, it didn't strengthen her during the time she needed strength, for some reason it made her weakened. so she fell into the intertwining clouds of hurt and torture and tears and she stayed there over the course of many years, and she just continued to fall her mouth wouldn't open to shout out or call for help, her mouth was sown shut and she entered into paralysis where she was found, somewhere between the earth and the ground, between reality and peace, between the knives and the beast, so she was stuck in this situation of numbness, and she lost herself in the world's dumbness, and her heart dropped to the worth of a penny with a hole in it, at least thats how she felt and that became her realness, that became her life, her story her pain her strife, and so she wrote a letter addressing it to the world, beside her coffin she laid it, saying, "let the greatest parts of the year before, be the worst parts of your future, and know i didn't die from nothing but the pain of a heart turned brooken..." signed lifes fair and lost maiden...... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 52 [informant] => POETICALLY-INCLINED [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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