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[time] => 2004-05-03 20:03:21
[hometext] => okay well this is not very good and is sort of all over the place some of it is somewhat commical, but all of it is really corny, no format, lots of cursing, like always
[bodytext] => I said I gave up my ***** hope and I swear to god I tried but I’ve told you I didn’t love you before so it would not be the first time I lied to myself. They never tell you what happens to the characters in books after they have a place to be safe and hide, I know what happens though, and they lose their love and commit suicide. Mr. Rogers I know your train holds divorced fathers shoveling coal, which makes your train, go and I know that to maintain your constant upbeat flow there is Prozac hidden behind your controlled smile. Christopher robins your mom killed your dad for giving you all the sugar that you had when you wandered into the forest and that bear was around way too much honey than anyone should, he stabbed eor for *****ing about his ***** tail and that’s what really happened in the hundred Acer wood. In the end everyone is only left memories that leave them hungry and cold, hungry for something more than strife hungry for an ending page to a life consumed with pointless misery that is so blind it cannot see all the possibility it has for redemption. Although a cycle and repetition cannot break or we’d all be completely lost and I’d like to think I’d pay that cost not to know exactly what’s a head the next day, other than a hot meal and children who blindly play, I’d like to go back there one day. Oh curiosity leads to animosity towards life, better knowing what you know when you can barely speak when you don’t know the rules of love and the only truth you ever seek is if that paw print is a clue because you think and know the world has love for you and always will until you die, I didn’t even know that I should cry for someone I didn’t know, someone who long ago supposedly meant the world to me, but how can I be sad if I never knew anything was bad. While me at two did not weep my mother in a bed alone could not sleep at all and all I want to know is why in terms my simplistic brain can understand? All I wanted to know is why his shoulder was no longer there for my, is daddy dying or is he dead. Oh well for some reason he didn’t matter as the one who I hate to admit I love, she with light bright eyes and dark brown hair the one that taught me not to care and what it meant when people said that they shared a heart. Oh the better half of me apparently wasn’t me so who the hell does that make me then? It was never my damn choice I just listened to he sirens sweet song and played along and this love that never was mine when we started out and now that’s all it is. You gave birth and left me with your child. Oh love, bitter love you taught me desire and love bring pain the things once thought of, as harmless emotions tend to drive one insane. Every moment with you is no fond memory it always seems they’re gaps in time and I knew you were there but I ceased to be there too, as far as I know I’ve never in my life been with you all I know is thin scars and the hellish nights and self-loathing fights with myself of whether love is real and if not I’ve wasted my slowest year.
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