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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Breaking In
[time] => 2003-01-04 10:00:00
[hometext] => Hi, I used to write on here all the time "way back in the day." My friends all stopped using the site and so did I. So for the last few months I have been wanting to sign up and have been reading everyones work. Now I have finally gotten re-started and hope to get to know more people and make new friends.
-kpa. p.s.... sorry if there are spelling errors. [bodytext] => I live within my prison That I've built it myself but with the help of others too Over the years managed to tightly and securly close it all up Escapes and entrances are less than few The windows are barred And are made of unbreakable glass, I can clearly see out but seeing in is quite the task. The walls are undistructable Made of supper metal brick They get bigger and stronger with each and every day, Have now become more than 100 meters thick. Surrounding my prison Past the depths of the forest and all the graves Is an iron gate that stands powerful and tall, Sadness and isolation, is what it craves. The guards circle all day and night, Each appearing to be tough and strong, one bye one Looking for intruders, whom dare to take the challenge, But with one glance at the guards they always start to run. So now I sit, Within these four dark walls Waiting and hoping for the day, When my destiny calls. For maybe on day, Someone will find the route Past the gates through the guards and the ghosts To my heart, where together we’ll find out way out. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 6 [informant] => mystical_illusion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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