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[sid] => 46955
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Foreigner
[time] => 2004-05-10 18:17:57
[hometext] => In the last year i've lost my three closest friends to suicide. Three people who i grew up with and felt more devotion too than anyone. This is my feeling of being wrongfully left behind and feeling unjust for staying.
[bodytext] => I missed my call, I missed the bus. Waiting patiently for it all to happen, The waves of feet pass over the platform. Watching others all about, Laughing, joking, larking around. Then one by one they'd dissapear, They came, they left; but were not here. I dreamed, I wished, I hoped, I longed. And slowly as the waves compounded me, I realised that i missed my bus. I never was and they never cared, Just an outsider looking in. I took my chance, I caught the bus. Now I need no place. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => PasserBy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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