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[aid] => Mick
[title] => red
[time] => 2003-06-05 09:35:00
[hometext] => rage and what not
[bodytext] => through hazy red, i see the world my voice cracks as all the words rush out all the words, the unformed thoughts that i held inside so long the dam has broken and you are all going to be swept away built by rejected feelings or feeling feelings i didn't want constructed from mistreatment real or imagined, it doesn't matter painted bright red by the childish fury felt when things don't go my way something finally set it off and it's all coming out for you i cry from rage as i pace the stage spilling every thought to you every fear, every love, ever homicidal intent flooding forth for you to examine no self-censorship, no last minute editing pure, unadulterated truth the noise in my head makes it hard to concentrate hard to finish my rant hard to get all these points across to you the noise, so loud, swallows my world and leaves me shaking and cold feeling violated on some deeper level soul rape from a phantom noise my body grows tired, but there is so much left inside so many secret vendettas, so many overheld grudges so many skeletons in this bleeding closet that you will never see damn the red drains quickly i collapse and cry so much left unsaid so many still alive so much left to do but, i'm not too worried the red will come again [comments] => 3 [counter] => 206 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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