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[aid] => mick
[title] => They
[time] => 2013-08-23 22:16:14
[hometext] => What is real?
[bodytext] => Always watching, staring. waiting Catching all that they can see Always they are in my head Always they are hounding me Sleep comes as a fight Between what I need and what I can allow It is a delight, yet still a fright With fear of what they know now Those I've trusted have fallen through The cracks I always thought so thin The only way to make it through Would be to start it new again But I've not the strength to cut it short To see the final act play out I've not the strength to be headstrong to throw away my fears and doubt [comments] => 1 [counter] => 521 [topic] => 36 [informant] => tin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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