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[title] => My Bleep Life
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[hometext] => I watched a documentary about someone suffering from tourettes syndrome and tried to put myself in his place in an attempt to understand
[bodytext] => A lifelong enemy walks with me each day and chaperones every move Calm's clock has stopped to the long moments driven by the parasite Slave to the shroud that surrounds me, that caricatures my existence And shapes me into this blasphemous monster I chose not to become I am pieces of a broken mirror, shards that cut deep and tear my life to shreds Outcast to a world blinded by fear, ignorance and preconceived ideas Beneath the dark veneer there is still faint glimmering, daily dimmed Bound by the chains of mental shortcut that cannot be supressed Society claims me as one of its rebellious sons, that mocks conformity Yet the brooding would be hero was never given even half a chance Casked in an affliction, fettered by cruel master and forced to curse as penance My interface is broken, each day loads that same nagging virus back into memory I cannot be remedied, set right by the skill of a surgeon's knife My disease lives inside the mind, gives focus to vile thoughts that echo to shocked silence Amplified torrents of words you would not wish to hear tumble from my lips You are the blessed, you can turn away, while I can never hide [comments] => 6 [counter] => 472 [topic] => 48 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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