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[sid] => 129667
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Old habits have to die.
[time] => 2006-12-21 17:28:18
[hometext] => My habit was going back to something I should have never have gone back to.
[bodytext] => Many sides of the story get thrown up in the air. The one who tells it makes themselves look like the victim. Think for a second though. The one who tries to explain themselves are the guilty who are just interested of the view that others percieve them as. I never wanted sides. I can stand on my own decisions just fine. Love is sometimes a four letter word for Liar. Love is sometimes a four letter word for Hate. Love is sometimes a four letter word for Pain. I know who I am and people who know me know who I am. There is no need to try and put an image of myself out there for someone who thinks I am not who I say I am. Of course everything has been done. Hurt has been spread around like jelly on a burned piece of toast. Each blackend crack filling with the sweet nectar of pain. So point your judgmental finger at me. Smile as you say your the one who gave up. It may hurt you to know that I just don't care what you think. Be as distant as possible. Erase the good and bad memories. Were they real? Or maybe a cheap parlor trick to pass the time. No more crying or sadness or manipulation of character. No moral feeling of wanting. Sure it sucks to give up, but sometimes you gotta do something that needs to be done for you. Put all other feelings of outside sources aside and take in a deep breath of self indulgence . God, you have earned it. I cried tears of blood. Each pint I bled out was full of self pity and constant agony. There is no more blood to cry. Now just stone insides. All of you who will judge me and put criticism on me can walk 20 feet off a bridge that is only 5 feet. Know you will never be in a situation like mine, nor have the knowledge to even understand it. Don't be fake to me because I can see right through your little games. You would be surprised how much I know about your true intentions. Only one person can judge me, and that is God. Stop trying to play the part of God!! ~ Broken Savior~ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 214 [topic] => 48 [informant] => BrokenSavior [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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