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Array ( [sid] => 43371 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => live plant, dead soil [time] => 2004-04-15 14:26:08 [hometext] => i know i said i was only going to write one but if i'm on this computer and an idea comes its annoying to have to write it on my hand and wait till later...by the way dont mention the excesive cursing, lol its so corny, i'm ashamed [bodytext] => oh there's a few things worse than them not knowing you exist like having them know you exist and not really care, having them turn away when they feel the desperation of your obsessive stare when they know that your you are hurt and know that your there but act as if nothing ever happened, oh it is all too ******* easy to put her to blame her for my mistake and the one that i didn't have to make if i'd just listened to myself when I knew the most at the age of five if i'd listened to myself there's be no ******* ordeal to survive, if i had listened to myself then maybe one less than perfect day in april I might've realized the blue sky instead of the heart that had to die with her name written on its tomb stone as the cause of death, why the hell does this plant grow on land that has died, drowned in tears that i cried living on false, stubborn, hope. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 211 [topic] => 22 [informant] => rightwingbrknwing [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
live plant, dead soil

Contributed by rightwingbrknwing on Thursday, 15th April 2004 @ 02:26:08 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



oh there's a few things worse than them not knowing you exist like having them know you exist and not really care, having them turn away when they feel the desperation of your obsessive stare when they know that your you are hurt and know that your there but act as if nothing ever happened, oh it is all too ******* easy to put her to blame her for my mistake and the one that i didn't have to make if i'd just listened to myself when I knew the most at the age of five if i'd listened to myself there's be no ******* ordeal to survive, if i had listened to myself then maybe one less than perfect day in april I might've realized the blue sky instead of the heart that had to die with her name written on its tomb stone as the cause of death, why the hell does this plant grow on land that has died, drowned in tears that i cried living on false, stubborn, hope.




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Re: live plant, dead soil (User Rating: 1 )
by persia on Thursday, 15th April 2004 @ 02:36:18 PM AEST
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Preach Bruva!
Let it all out coz i hear where u comin' frm!

Peace

Persia




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