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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Tendinces
[time] => 2002-07-10 14:15:01
[hometext] => Tendinces
[bodytext] => In the fight I get so mad
Everyone's cursing
Feels so bad
To get away I go internet surfing
Can't get away
They are all in my face
Soon they will pay
With their judgements made in haste
My hands are shaking
In this rage
The bars are all shaking
As I try to get out of the cage
The tendinces of trobbing
What should I do
Ideas are flying
What should I do
When I'm gone
No one will miss me
I've been played as the pawn
But I possess the key
To my life
...
[comments] => 3
[counter] => 533
[topic] => 36
[informant] => alostcause
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 25
[ratings] => 6
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Suicide
)
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