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[title] => 'A's Mental Breakdown
[time] => 2007-04-28 00:08:04
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[bodytext] => Dearest Father, in fictional fame you will fall and I will stand laughing. Your Lady crippled and hurt-droved with despair but not known where going. You choke me by the strings and pull it in harder fashion. By years it dresses by my throat. A Puppet you say? No this ain’t true no crown clays over the clear sky but that be its very enemy, no. Nothing controls me but drains the very person I ever loved. Counselor don’t you think I’m aware that I’m a danger to self? Don’t you think I know hatred lies in a territorial womb that never heals? You won’t know, you won’t know. Dearest Mother, your holy Madonna forever gone-sleep With your trouser and your bra, always were unkempt. You cloth yourself with the men on the streets And never wondered what was ever left. But ma, I’m a better person. But ma, I never loved you. But… you won’t know. Dearest Brother, you seek for love in false conversations But your tongue never speaks. You f---ed her, that’s what you did And she’s pregnant, she’s pregnant now. I know how it feels but you won’t know. Sister do you believe who I say I’m, That I’m a frown that hurts and nothing more-do you believe that’s who I’m? Do you believe that I feel and cry but the one that growls and sighs, Is that who I’m? Do you believe that I never could? Do you believe I’m a mental breakdown? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 59 [informant] => SomeDude [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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