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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sould
[time] => 2005-08-14 01:35:15
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[bodytext] => I beg of you, you my sweetest friend. Tell me everything about who I am. I lost my soul when I sold it to some guy. I thought he was kidding when he said I'd never die. But now I'm hopelessly endlessly lost, And truly have I paid his cost. I can't see but blackness and terrifying shapes. There's nothing that can save my blindness and hates. I feel so corrupted and full of regret. My kindness has seeped into fields of upset. All I can hear is the screams of the victims. Nothing I do can stop me to hit them. I'm afraid and so hateful. I'm scared of myself though. My friends keep on dying. My family's crying. But I sit and watch. And stifle a laugh. They can call me a traitor, a liar, a fiend. I know what I am, that does not go unseen. My senses are dulled and I cannot relax. I just sent my mother a cake full of tacks. I have not control, I feel so unreal. Everything living just cannot be real. I'll test it, and see that those thoughts are extreme. No one could live if there's someone like me. I made my house out of blood. Rather than sticks and mud. It tasted better, I could not breathe. And for a second it felt serene. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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