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[aid] => mick
[title] => Left My Eyes in that Pillow Fort
[time] => 2013-05-06 01:02:13
[hometext] => I miss when I was young. How simple, innocent, full of life and genuinely happy I was. That is something I'll never get back. Not quite like that. Because the truth is.. I know too much. I will never un-age. Ever.
[bodytext] => Sometimes I try to look inside To trace back to that day I died When innocence left and dark creeped in And left me here in my own sin This lonely place I sit and wait Thinking of him its me I hate What feels like forever who knows how long To love your core but hate your song But its not just me it's this whole town We're numb, we're lost, we are unsure if this new chapter is obscure Or maybe it's just our mind Trying to say to look behind That wonderful world we all once knew Love it, lift it to the sky Hold it tight don't say goodbye For its all each of us has in that Beautiful, perfection pool we've trapped For what is up ahead to come No matter how good or bad Will be nothing like what we've had For we have grown, we've changed and learned Our adolesence we have burned This life is now a pile of webs As they come together we feel dead Never to feel a new perfection Try and try to but resurection Is just a dream A dead yearning A pointless bit, a last cry for soul An illusion that eases our blistering fate To wander lost until we die of hate [comments] => 2 [counter] => 94 [topic] => 13 [informant] => asschinann [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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