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[aid] => mick
[title] => What is This?
[time] => 2009-04-03 18:09:52
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Confusion
a bullet would be so much easier
But I still don't want to go
I hate it here, this life
nothing to do here
I don't believe anything is real
So why don't i want to go?
How come i won't just go?
No chord, or note, or melody
can stir me
no words
can explain what it is to not feel
Anger used to be enough for me
All i had
but now i don't even have that
I feel nothing
what is this?
bloody hell
i don't want this
I want there to be something real
locked in my room
nothing means anything to me
how did i get to this place?
i don't believe i'm real
i don't believe we're alive
i don't believe i'm real
I don't believe anything
I'll die someday
Mercifully
But then what?
[comments] => 1
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[topic] => 13
[informant] => Onslaught
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 5
[ratings] => 1
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[topicname] => DarkPoetry
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