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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Passion for Death
[time] => 2004-03-20 19:14:11
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[bodytext] => I did not wake up from sleep, I rose from the dreams. The rotten smell of burnt fantasy Struck hard on my shady feelings. All of a sudden, Tomorrow becomes today. Alas! Prometheus- The ever-isolated Prometheus, You have to embrace the fire to die. As what was dream Or what is dream, Sinks at the depth of reality. Can I ever explain- The pain- that has born From my each drop of blood? Can I share it with anyone? My brain is made of fire, I suck every bit of it. All the wasted souls- Let my love to live. It didn't, it don't, it won't Work at all. I tried, I tried as good as I can Yet they show me my failure, I kill my emotion, With my own hand. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 32 [informant] => shahan [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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