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[sid] => 169585
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => At The Bottom Of The Lake
[time] => 2011-12-23 11:01:40
[hometext] => What to do
[bodytext] => While im good and staying humble. Sometimes I slip up and stumble. Sometimes I fall deep and crumble. Thats why I smoke weed well I call it lumber. My heart pounds harder then thunder. Depression hits harder cause I always wonder. Wonder what im gonna do with my life. So in my dreams I cut myself with a knife. Blood on the ground now im bound to be in the ground. The reaper is a hound when he heard my death make a sound. Take me away to the clouds. Not heaven cause I dont believe in. If im wrong I will learn my lesson. Im not messin I really dont believe cause all he does is keep us guessin. I dont worry about it so in that subject im not stressin. But with my actions youll only see the best in. In my mind you will only see depression. Depression infestin my life. Hurting my relationship with family and my future wife. But tonight is my time to fight for my right and bring light to my life [comments] => 0 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => GREAT-WHITE [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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