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[title] => Unknown Existence
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[bodytext] => I've always longed to know Why my presence in this world is needed What is it that I bring to this life? I fail to find a reason to endure living Or even remain preserving hope Optimism gave up on me The same way I did on it Is this really what it has come to? I no longer yen to be here I presume others feel the same Forsaken by not only myself By my dear companions too Left to face the bitter world on one's own Mankind's not what it used to be And come to think of it, neither am I. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Harrietbegone [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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