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[aid] => mick
[title] => Why did that car have to stop?
[time] => 2008-11-20 22:05:33
[hometext] => after a hard day, a very dark look at my daily life
[bodytext] => Bundled up its so cold out the night air slices to the bone gently swirling no flakes float past me tonight im utterly alone. No friendly faces as I walk past no "hellos" or soft expressions only fast walkers and gruff demeanors surely no cures for this depression I take a deep breath and cross the street the car loudly honks at my infraction the only reason he cares is that im in his way would getting run over give me satisfaction? My hungry stomach keeps my feet walking but my starving soul weighs me down food though is readily available the soul's panacea nowhere to be found. the cafeterias full of people none of them i know or them me shuffle slowly to the food eat my fill and then i leave they never knew i was there they never knew i left my empty plate, my empty table my empty chair, my empty life Back i head through the masses Now the wind tears into my face The cars almost but not quite hit me where im heading i cant say i know my homes up ahead but maybe i dont belong there anywhere you go where no one misses you when your gone you dont belong and i definately dont belong at home I guess i dont belong anywhere damn why couldnt that car hit me... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 32 [informant] => yackerz85 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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