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[aid] => mick
[title] => Beneath The Petrified Daggers.
[time] => 2011-06-21 12:10:58
[hometext] => I'm sorry for who i am. I'm sorry daggers are my natural look. But I was left. And I'm scared.
[bodytext] => Yes I do give you the daggers at times I’m not ashamed to say that But sometimes, you damn well know it too You deliberately wind me up. Maybe she did have a nice bum But I really didn’t need to know It’s nice that your honest, I am too But something’s just shouldn’t be told. Why did you look right into her eyes As if you and her had a connection I ignored it my best, I really got on But you knew that would cause friction. I’m trying to hard not to by this way Even though people don’t see it I am I scribble, concentrate, breathe, take myself away In order to keep myself calm. I try to work out why I’m like this But it only makes me upset because the only conclusion I ever get to I’m scared because I was left. People took my best friend from me Then people took people I got close to away And this and everything else is the reason I am lonely today I’m so petrified that you will leave me It’s not a matter of trusting you It’s just the matter of everyone is better than me I swear I am telling the truth. Maybe one day you will see this poem But it’s ok, I know no-one will ever understand Because I don’t quite know who to be So as usual, I’ll bury my head in the sand. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 50 [informant] => CommasCanSeperate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ApologyPoetry )
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