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[sid] => 16880
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => So I don't matter ...i know that
[time] => 2003-05-02 07:35:00
[hometext] => This is what happens when you don't try to encourage someone...you let them cheat themselves ...out of life
[bodytext] => **please read this poem slowly...line by line**
who is that person the one that looks you in the eyes empty and cold with blonde hair swaying in the wind being tinted gold in the afternoon sun on top a cliff they used to have spunk used to have a talent words to them were art nothing more, nothing less It was their world an escape something better when they couldnt face themselves anymore who is that person associating with everyone else no one cares it didn't seem noticable so thier talent slipped into oblivaon with no way to express darkness began to reign the ugly past reared its head abruptly to present history once again was repeated it was all bottled up thoughts,feelings,emotions all kept inside who is that person that person who was once a little girl happy, naive she was a dreamer, she was then cruel reality kicked in although there are moments sitting alone , or hanging with friends pure happy, is less but still sweet she still sits around talent gone scorned and lonely pitty wants she not nor sorry for her be you dont confusion is what consumes her who is that she cowering back into former friendly blackness sarcasm was considered sersious she snapped writing was her life taken away it was and so, her sanity to far gone into an illusion she jumps [comments] => 5 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Jilli_bean [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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