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[title] => A little schizophrenic
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[bodytext] => Does she hear my heart thump I can feel it too Please let go, just watch me jump You know i can't let you It's not just your own your giving up It's mine your wasting too You like it here no more than me I like it less for I can see Through these eyes, from which you hide And cower, threatening suicide Why, oh why would I wish to peer By simply listening all I hear Sickens, tars all my insides As they glow with their golden pride Their taunting haunts me day and night Their laughter ringing through my mind Tears swell up, our world stands still My world you live in, just until You can tear it, rip it away from me And once its yours, you'll run, you'll flee Away from you, pathetic child Your interests are dull, your humour mild You bore me stiff with your old routine Is that smile made out of plasticine? Are your words a script and walk an act? How long will you convince them of that? Don't patronise me you incessant whinge You smoke, you drink, a constant binge Easy for you to critisise As your the one who has the eyes To look, to watch, and then to judge Look in a mirror, what have you to begrudge? Your right, always were, always will be, I know it But for me to agree, come all out and admit it Hasn't been easy, so now will you free me? So little words, to concluded so precisely Listen close to me, for this will not repeated I'll be the one getting rid of you, and I don't get defeated [comments] => 5 [counter] => 320 [topic] => 61 [informant] => gherkin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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