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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Quick Evolution Of One
[time] => 2007-07-24 14:40:01
[hometext] => Basically about abuse....
[bodytext] => They're here, yes! they've arrived quick-smile-look alive Happy, smiling faces acting like thers nothing wrong but when they leave you wished they stayed for oh so long They left...no! they're gone damn! the time now is to wish you were never born Screams and abuses come from that someone but you dont even know what you have done whatever you did, you really didnt mean it but as if she (that certain someone) gives a ***** all her anger comes out on her very own kids the innocent is the one, she punches and hits then the victim cries in the shower and thinks she deserved it all and in there she wishes she would sumhow slip and fall then that sumone, might, just might give a ***** but at the time, felt like she wouldnt, not one single bit you cry and cry and punche the wall, to hurt yourself even more the tears, they're heavy they pour and pour your eyes are sore from the stinging of the tears its the same act happening again that you fear Afraid to step out of the shower afraid to start again you thought that sumone was a loving one a happy one a friend thats how she acts when other people are around a new kind of person, you, yourself had found she talks so nicely so kind and so sweet its only when she wants her to do something, she knows it they you try and try to do the best you can and while your doin that, she says its you she cant stand you wanna fight back yet u wanna run away you wanna call someone to talk about it yet you cant find the words to say they would think you would be lying they wouldnt think your true they would never believe that abusing is something this someone will do and every single morning, you dont wanna get up to face it all again scared to face the monster who was supposed to be your friend. Lana [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 32 [informant] => LanBanan88 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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