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[title] => Untitled 13
[time] => 2006-01-26 21:23:50
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[bodytext] => I'm trying to wipe the cold off of my hands Nothing feels the same anymore It's going down the wrong way I thought Maybe this could work But I am constantly guarded Change is only temparary I think I wanted it for all the wrong reasons The same reason I want them Self doubt is what it's all about Maybe it would all validate my worth Confusion is becoming habit And so it goes on Abandonment is my cause Fear is my fuel I'm cruel And I've done wrong My fingers feel unfit I wish I had my bucket The fragile aches And it all burns within Where do I go from here? Will I become fame to pro? We are prisoners to our own We keep the hate alive He only gives what we don't want And the things we crave We aren't worth it Mere pennies are what we are left with And becoming penniless [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Amanda_Interrupted [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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