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[sid] => 50194
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Human Immounodeficiency Virus (HIV)
[time] => 2004-06-03 00:32:32
[hometext] => I wrote this poem when I was only twelve years old. I hope you like it. It is not a true story.
[bodytext] => I woke up one day happy and full of glee I thought this day was the perfect day for me I climbed out of my warm cozy bed Dressed myself from toe to head Ran down the cold wooden stairs My stomach growled like some hungry bears I went to the kitchen to find something to eat When I remembered the doctor I had to meet I grabbed my keys and went out the door Got into my car that I would soon floor I finally reached the doctor's office at last My mother was there looking as if someone had passed Standing beside her I took her hands She is the only one who always understands A doctor was standing directly next to me As my mother led me to a chair that was free Her hands grew tight as she looked into my eyes There was something very wrong I could realize She started by saying that she loved me Then she paused and said "you have HIV" I couldn't even believe a word that she said My anger was about to erupt from my head I got up from my chair and stormed through the door Not wanting to hear the lies or to hurt anymore This couldn't possibly be happening to me I was just a teenager wanting to be free I climbed into my car and pulled out of my parking space Tearing through the lot to get out of this awful place I opened the door of my house and went straight into my room I would rather stay in here than live in a life of doom Two Years Later I was back at the doctor's office once again To find out when my life was going to end The doctor looked really sad and blue Disappointed there was nothing he could do He looked at me with tearful eyes I knew there wasn't a good surprise He said It would happen any day All we could do was hope and pray Just two weeks later I passed away I was put into a coffin to decay Everyday I would see my heartbroken mother While hovering with the others undercover I hope she knows I'm not hurting anymore This is the life I have always dreamed for "Mom, If you are listening, I love you so much!" " I would do anything just to once again feel your touch." [comments] => 4 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Seans_Girl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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