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[title] => NEED
[time] => 2005-06-14 11:28:21
[hometext] => I need a real friend.
[bodytext] => Coffee. More coffee. It does nothing for me. Mock stimulant. I've been asleep since I really woke up. In zombie mode I let them in without ceremony or song. Deeply I feel ecstatic as they quietly violate me. I absorb them and imitate believing they will reciprocate Anything a firm hand to hold a warm hug a smile I ignore my sense its a false sense of security And though I know they have me down I share what I have while I sing my own song. Inside, my words cannot describe the light and the joy of them the hope and the trust I have in them I share too much I think better to be alone than have them use me share my space while they openly patronize give my heart as they mock my tenderness they claim I deny. Denial is a temporary respite. Denial. Sleep is rarely without disturbance now. The nightmare will not be ignored. And, oh, they know you must sleep sometime and feign concern so you spill your nightmare you halfwit waiting for answers they don't answer because they weren't listening they weren't listening because they don't care and I acccept because I cannot change it I need I accept it because I can't change them they own I accept it because it's all I know all I'll ever get and more than I could ever hope for Their job here is done. Tears are gone and they have soaked me dry. They have tempered my heart and ditched me as it begins to crack... Coffee. I need coffee. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 75 [informant] => helianthus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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