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[aid] => mick
[title] => Echo's
[time] => 2004-06-22 21:13:44
[hometext] => this is kinda long but i starting writing and i couldn't stop
[bodytext] => I hear the things you said back then And I want to end my life All these horrible memories Handing me the knife I hate you for doing that to me And changing all me ways If you remember I was blonde Back in those days Directly after hair turned black And I got rid of all my friends I got rid of everything To tie off all loose ends My past is very torturous Because of what you did It wouldn’t have been so bad If I hadn’t been a kid It was four years ago I think or maybe less The day right after She made me doth confess I told that ***** everything Thinking confidence in all But she couldn’t keep it No she spread it down the hall Now I know this isn’t your fault But it contributes quite a bit To the hatred that I feel And the pain that just won’t quit No I’m forced to hide away So people don’t find out Unfortunately some people know Because of that dumb lout They say love last forever I’m guessing so does hate For this nightmare to end I simply can not wait I see you and I’m forced to laugh Because you think your cool It’s funny ‘cause I know your not You’re just a massive tool I’ve grown weary of the battle I tire of the fight Trying not to think of you When I sleep at night You make my dreams be nightmares I can’t concentrate in class My brain is scrambled I’m so confused So for now I wear the mask. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Sordida [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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