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[sid] => 128189
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Insanity and sanity
[time] => 2006-11-14 01:20:45
[hometext] => The little green man that crouches on your shoulder
[bodytext] => The shadows were there now they’ve left the insane and knocked on the door of the sane. Insanity and sanity, how close they have become. They couldn’t be wished away you longed for them to leave they make you bleed, they make you scratch and bleed. The little green man that crouches on your shoulder, he no longer has to tell you what to do you have the brains to do it alone. Its unbelievable, your dying again feeling nasty today? You punish yourself and no-one else, oh the bitter irony when they’re causing the pain. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 240 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Lady_Daisy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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