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[title] => Choking On The Hate
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[bodytext] => To be crushed down by thy ruthless hand to be choking on drying sand dont you understand? what it feels like to be broken shattered and alone to be unwanted within the confidings of your own home to be lost within a darkened space to look in the mirror and not recognize thy own face to be a mournful disgrace to look upon yourself with shame to keep telling youself that you have only yourself to blame no love from another dearest mother I never asked to be born I never asked you to rip out my soul and leave it torn don't bother father I already crushed me down I already rubbed my face into the ground I already laughed while i choked on the bloody dirt Are you proud of me now? i instilled pain within myself when i was already hurt self destruction will prevail leaving my body so weak so frail misused, abused, emoitionaly bruised lost, so confused you who have look down upon me in shame you who tell me i have only myself to blame but i never asked to be born i never asked you to rip out my soul and leave it torn now all i see is hate now all i feel is scorn as i die here ripped and torn a once living body bled i might as well kill myself i'm already dead dont forget to put my ashes upon thy crooked shelf [comments] => 0 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 21 [informant] => DecoratedInFlames [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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