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[sid] => 12916
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => another piece of me
[time] => 2003-02-19 05:00:00
[hometext] => second installment... (first was "a piece of me")
[bodytext] => let's talk: nineteen to twenty-three
lived with a man who beat me brought me down to his level dig me a hole with a shovel 'cause I'd rather be dead than with he he bullied and ridiculed me said he loved me but made me feel three told me i was nothing rip to shreds my stuffing and writing was the one to flee didn't know I could make it alone should have left the b**tard at home but lessons hard learned touched fire; got burned I stayed and fueled his ego my clone then one day I tired of he was it the choking or gun pulled on me? packed my bags; said "so long" four years wasted; so much wrong what a feeling to finally be free twenty-three brought an angel to me met my Love after leaving the "he" had a little baby she was precious, and just maybe my life would belong to me that's when I turned twenty-four afraid to open the door please leave a message I'm not ready for passage please help me... I've need to learn more then I reached twenty-five a quarter of a century; I'm alive! but hark, there's more trouble what's this; troublesome bubble of angst reared it's ugly red hive didn't count on depression and fear raise a baby, teenager, and my dear go back to work balance my quirk can somebody please help me here! twenty-six wasn't much different love my baby, but couldn't quite make it went to my shrink who forced me to think if I don't get it soon, I may sink it priorities came at twenty-seven if I can't live, I might make it to heaven I WANT to live to my daughter I give these words sparked by thoughts of my raven next week I'll be twenty-eight not sure if I've opened the gate but something has happened thoughts on paper my weapon if I make it, true LIFE is my fate! to be continued?... [comments] => 3 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 31 [informant] => LadyDama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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