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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pin drop spot on the butterfly...
[time] => 2005-01-02 01:00:37
[hometext] => I don't know why I have been thinking about this so much lately... This is kind of a mess of a peice... I just let it flow out...
[bodytext] => Pin prick pupils in glazed red eyes cannot hide this, though we try everyone knows whats beneath our skin everyone knows what lingers within He could pull me under... I could make his day then throw him away I used him, abused him, and them tried to lose him! But I was stuck like the needle in him... save me save him I was meant to, i was meant to save you! Damn.... tragicly secretly blinded by nothing other then nothing... was it ever... were we ever something? I was there wasn't I? You were there... laying in the bed not talking... not knowing how bad we really were but I was there for you. You made me feel numb. Nights out in the tent talking about things no one that young should even know to think about when there is even time to think when you are so messed up your reality is not real... no perspective but a distorted view on YOU. I loved him becasue he was so low, with no one else. It made me feel better about the loser I was to love someone even worse off then me. Misery Loves Company I loved him he loved me. And we tore down the walls surrounding us, and we sat together shaking and let a new wall build up around the two of us. We were together in this wall... this cage... this wishing well in wich we fell. Looking up at the the world, while everyone was looking down our black hole. Black, tiny black hole. Like a pin drop spot in my empty eyes Looking back the train tracks seemed like a safe place to be... I layed on them waiting for the needles to run over me. He layed there that night with me in the hotel but he was going through a personal hell... I shook him. I smacked his face I screamed so loud in that place Hell!!!!! hello? where did you go baby? should I call the cops or leave you here? Should I lay down next to you and tremble with fear? Needles and pins stick them in wait for the train rush to begin. Here we lye as butterflies flying high as he dies. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Rxqueen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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