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[hometext] => All this time I thought my past was the only place to hide But now I see my past caused all the turmoil inside....
[bodytext] => All this time I thought my past was the only place to hide But now I see my past caused all the turmoil inside My passive personality was rape by those without a moral bone I cry most days in disappointment of this place that I call home You think you own me But you don’t know me I’ll take these nightmares and make them all happy You just can’t win here I’m stronger than you You think you own me But you don’t know me I’ve been abused in more ways I care to remember You stole any chance I had of being a normal kid My fondest memories are of my family in late December But all the other memories were so painful that they hid You think you own me But you don’t know me I’ll take these nightmares And make them all happy You just can’t win here I’m stronger than you You think you own me But you don’t know me I know that these thoughts of suicide are caused by you I’ll have you spinning so fast that you won’t know what to do I can tell you that I’ll be content with my life one day But for now, I just fall and cry in this cold December rain You think you own me But you don’t know me I’ll take these nightmares And make them all happy You just can’t win here I’m stronger than you You think you own me But you don’t know me [comments] => 0 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 51 [informant] => HERO [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 19 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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