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[aid] => mick
[title] => maybe another day
[time] => 2004-05-16 15:05:33
[hometext] => I'm sort of embarassed to admit that i feel this way but whatever I can't help it. Please don't comment on the format, but i'm happy to hear suggestions as always, yet another crappy love poem
[bodytext] => Tomorrow the day will come when my hopes have been worth it all along, tomorrow is the day that faith finally paid off. Waiting for the masiah, although you're afraid he won't come, if you give into that fear that your life is worth nothing, so many wasted tears, so many pointless nights, so much misery which turns off any light that may remain in you from yesterday, but tomorrow will always come because tomorrow is never today which at the end of the night has no more hope, tomorrow is always a new start. My dear, I'm here, your not too busy right now as far as I can see, please dont turn away, turn away again, you know you have the ***** power to resurect me. Turn away, fine, okay, tomorrow is yet again another day. Oh hope, with your pretty lies bouncing off my fear of lonliness creating my closed cage in which I'm in. Much like the cyle of depression and happiness, you hold potential joy and crash and burn and create so much frustration with the yearning of a heart that refuses to let hope die, let me go, I don't want to hold on anymore, it's a natural instict now. so sweet love, am I bound to her because I love her? Or do I love her because i'm bound, Is there real roots to my desire or is this love just dead and staying in the ground and god, gardener, forgot to take it out, is even his heart filled with doubt when he created love the appitamy of harmony, hate,and irony all emerging from an emotion that aparently was brought to you by fate, you just have to wait, it was sad that god had to rest on that seventh day of earth, if he had been careful maybe satan would not have given birth the one thing that can slowly kill you, but still phisically alive because of that never-ending strive towards a love that could not even be there to find.
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