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[sid] => 179381
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Me I Can't Le Go
[time] => 2014-10-01 16:54:40
[hometext] => A bit down
[bodytext] =>
Two elbows-
(they just did it- I didn't ask them to)
crunch into the desk and wood propping
my sagging head
that weighs tons if an ounce-
memories and things I've done-
these demon memories on the pounce.
Tears flow and snot drops
(I'll clean it later)
as the sorrow and horror of reliazation creeps in-
there is more behind me than in front,
these bags of who I am I am are not so easily
cast oer'board.
They stick with me in my soul
and won't go for all my pleas.
[comments] => 6
[counter] => 226
[topic] => 75
[informant] => Invierno
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => anguished
)
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