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[aid] => mick
[title] => Left Side
[time] => 2004-09-05 00:57:26
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[bodytext] => look at them move, someone sits there, casting no shadow. but i feel it and it feels me. i look past it coz i know you won't see it. but it won't move like the others do. beep. more than 7 numbers. i wonder if you remember the time i called you to call me coz it was dark and cold. i need you more than you'll ever know. and they call me a teenager, and i label myself a kid. which is which? which do you love? i dug through my nails, looking for something not there. and the books flew off like a fly leaf, and i'm racing it... it's like a balloon, tiny in the sky. i run and run but it's now a dot. i spilled transparent ink all over the carpet and i feel it's sinking. in the forest, they chopped off one tree but i see it's empty. kicking the can on the road, looking back to where i came from, and there goes the chanting again. can you hear it? or is it all in my head? she's more depressed than i am, she says. she's a lot tired than i am, she complains. but i see myself trying to fake a smile just to feel good, just to let her judgements seem real. now, i'm part of the pretentious world. they say that they care but hyprocrisy is their dish. i recorded our conversations, and when this cigarette is all burned out, my life will be, too. -rae '03. 120103. Monday. 12:00AM. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Rae [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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