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[aid] => mick
[title] => Longing to Be
[time] => 2004-03-01 16:29:06
[hometext] => Just wrote this today around lunchtime....
[bodytext] => Silently I look out the window,
Wishing I was there,
I would do anything,
So I wouldn't have to be here.
This place is confining,
I no longer can be,
The person who I truly am,
This place is restraining me.
I'm blinded,
By the facade of the day,
Reality refuses to set in,
As my body begins to decay.
I'm an empty shell,
Lost and forlorn,
Left with absolutely nothing,
But a heart thats broken and torn.
*Heather Marie Hutchins*
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[score] => 4
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