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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ranting Cont.
[time] => 2010-03-11 23:06:09
[hometext] => Writing it down as it comes to me as always. Hope that you enjoy;p
[bodytext] => Don't ask me retarded questions! I expect you to read my mind. I'll spit darkness on your pain. Just for my personal gain. Don't ask me for the answers. I'd rather give you cancer. I hate all these technicality's. Why won't they let me speak my mind. I guess I'm writing this, Looking for answers I know aren't mine. Just looking for approval. And not just another useless mule! Don't speak with me of fate. You know my answer you will hate. Maybe ask me of love? But what truth do you want me to shove? Do you want me to pretend I care? Just so I'll be there? What else are you trying to sell. I'm starting to think you should go to hell! You know the problem with this world? It's filled with so much greed! So much insignificance. To much want, and not enough need. I don't care if you don't like the way I say this. Nothing in this life we truly own. Were just pawns in a see of stone. Kings and queens for eternity? Is that a real destiny? Kind of feels like death to me? Were getting closer to hell. Now do you see? I don't enjoy your pain. No wait yes I do. It reminds me of me. A little less but true. Lost between the tides. Our problems always hide. Just waiting for the pain to start. Just to slowly skin us alive. No that doesn't sound like life. It's a good thing I don't have a wife. I can't take care of my self. What the hell would I do with you. Can these words really be true? Do you hate me for what I do? Or do you love me because you see a younger you? Now in truth I really know what to do? But that's just the problem, Would you do it to? I know I'll do this till it kills me. Until I cease to be. To hell with all your lies I hope you rot and get eaten my flies. Maybe then the truth finally dies? If deaths the only certainty the future looks pretty grim to me. Don't speak to me of destiny. I'll punch you in the face! You'll see. Oh well, I guess all things must come to an end. That's ok! Goodnight my friend. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 63 [informant] => fadingaway [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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