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[title] => WE ARE US AND THEY ARE THEM AND IT IS ALL THAT CAN CHANGE THAT
[time] => 2004-07-30 02:27:57
[hometext] => I wrote this after finding myself confused and angery at love and how society treats the idea of love.
[bodytext] => Did you ever find that everyone has it when you don’t? And you never have it really so you always notice them. You can feel it in you even when it is theirs. It changes you even from afar. It tares your heart and warps your desires, as your true self decays. You think that you need it because they say you do, And if you don’t, then you’re nothing to them. What the hell do you care what they think, right? Oh god you want it though. Just for a moment, something real, Or at least something that feels real to you and looks real to them. Just real enough to fool you’re broken down self into being happy, But when it ends, it’s worse than when it started, it always is. But then again… Maybe there is something to what they all have. We know we have never had it, we just want to know what it is. There’s the problem… Not them or it or us not having what they have and what we want. No, oh no, it’s that we have to have it. It gets so blown out of proportion that if you don’t have what they have, well then… You can’t be happy. And you believe them, we all do. Even they do when they become us, When they can’t control it and join the itless, The we. You don’t think that they always remain they? Hell no! They know us, that’s why when they’re them they can’t help but act like it. Because they know how they acted when they where us… And they want to be them for one moment to ease that pain from when they where us. Hell, they don’t even care about it when they’re them but that’s all we think about, How can we get it? Where can we find it? They know, but won’t say, And they forget when they become us… Or at least not having it tares us up so much that we don’t even remember being them. Because if we did, then they would not be… There would be no us, We would be gone, They would not have a reason to be them , It would consume them and they would loose it and become us and we would return… Only we would be different then before. They would be gone and their way lost, it would be lost and all we would think about would be it, Nothing else, Just it. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => MJC [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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