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[aid] => mick
[title] => Murphy's Law
[time] => 2004-03-24 16:13:47
[hometext] => When all you know is pain, it's all you will expect. Please excuse the style of writing, it's more of a story. I hope everyone likes it.
[bodytext] => She wanted to lean back and sip lots of icy Dom pernion and let happiness consume her but she could not totally relax. She was sharply aware of that spectrical darkness at the edge of things; that crouching nightmare waiting to spring and devour her. Her parents had jammed her into a tiny box of fear had slammed the heavy lid and locked it and since then she has looked out at the world from the dark confides of that box. Her parents had instilled in her a quiet but ever-present and unshakable paranoia that stained everything good everything that should be right and bright and joyful. In that instant, her hatred for her mother and father was as hard, cold and immense as it had ever been. The busy days and the many miles that separated her from those hellish days suddenly ceased to act as insulation from the pain. With an effort she pushed down the memories Forced the past back down where it belonged. She desperately wanted to surrender to optimism But black weeds of doubt still sprouted from the seeds of her past. She saw those familiar lurking monsters at the fuzzy edges of the paradise they described. She was a true believer in Murphy's Law "If anything can go wrong, it will." [comments] => 2 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 13 [informant] => strange_lindsey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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