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[aid] => mick
[title] => endings
[time] => 2004-07-03 07:40:01
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[bodytext] => everything ends before it has chance to begin everyone looses touch in the end everything i do is always for other people but then thos people they seem to just disapear. this heart of mine is bleeding on the inside these eyes have seen things that i can't erase my blood runs so cold this heart once loved you now its made of stone these walls seem to get closer day by day those you whispered won;t seem to go away this bodys getting weaker trying to cope with this unbarable pain these fingers are going to loose grip if someone doesnt help me cure this pain [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 6 [informant] => grip-wth-broken-fingers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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