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[aid] => mick
[title] => The End Game
[time] => 2009-09-18 09:17:21
[hometext] => I wrote this during a particularly rough evening a couple of months back. Many of my works deal with the depression and life I am living.
[bodytext] => I have ended this thing at my own accord. I wanted the beginning but found my own early grave. A fraud to the world I am getting what I deserve, and you are laughing with them. Self-pity no longer working I seek an outside source for relief. I have nothing on my mind but the end and these words that resonate, "Nothing will ever be the same..." Everyday becoming longer and longer the final curtain coming down, I've stolen from everyone and taken for my own and can no longer. Everyone's got something for their own, but my shining point is my ability to steal from others. A fraud to the outside world I am, but will be no longer, the only thing that is real near. My final destination already known I will burn with the rest, and I will go down with no fight but a whimper. A proper tribute to the boy who I still am and the man I will never become. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bcollard24 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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