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[sid] => 34594
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Struggle of the living
[time] => 2004-02-11 08:19:02
[hometext] => Struggling through life, what has it brought me?
[bodytext] => Too tired to wake up, to tired to breathe. Tired of nightmares tired of dark horrible dreams. As an old man walks his narrow road to his death, so I take every step of mine, alone. I do not hear the voice of birds singing in the morning no more, I can't remember what made me what I am. A poem without rhyme, a song without lyrics, still the same, but doesn't change anything... Where will I be 10 years from now? Out of school perhaps, maybe even out of town. Deep secrets that were revealed to me are no more... all fades away till a dark cloud surrounds the shore... A shore where time began, a shore where i was born... forgotten memories, faded intentions, lies, deceit... what more? True meaning of living is decay, we grow old, everything gets old.. some day Tommorow you might not even wake up, what would all the fighting of yesterday have been for? Utter dissapointment to find that you decay, a life with out love, is a night without day. Passion is the key element to success, love is the key element to life, but death is the end of all living things, good, bad, night and day... ~thought poem-kellros-~ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => kellros [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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