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[aid] => mick
[title] => Low Gravity
[time] => 2018-11-13 06:53:13
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => The weariness of days
of wandering in this burning confusion
in a daze
has my spirit wasting away
as I see that the misery
never really fades
chasing fools gold
is what I do best
with so many tools of sorrow
I easily deflect
and emotionally react to common sense
sleepless nights
as I encounter my demons
and I cry
cause it is so scary livin
as tears fall
I can not explain what I am feelin
it is my own fault
I have nothing to believe in
In this agony it is so hard to breathe
I need black magic to help me to rest
so I do not fall of edge
with
the rope around my neck
I will never forget the feel of happiness
as I take my last breathe
and the loss of so many regrets
and
I owe depression a debt
for soothing me
as I await
for what comes next
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[topic] => 21
[informant] => unknown_utopia
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Lifepoems
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