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[time] => 2011-03-28 13:01:30
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[bodytext] => Wondered off to this bridge Unknown to the reason why Attracted to it's presence I stand on it's edge, looking off into the sky. This urge to leap takes place Death would be certain. But there is no reason to jump I am no longer hurting. But do I exist in this place Do I still have purpose Emptier than a hollow glass For I don't even have a surface. My thoughts are nothing My only actions are to breathe And make it through the day My eyes are open yet they don't see. I register nothing Only to remain unseen For hope I will disappear Or thoughts of you will be removed of me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 215 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Bigj [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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