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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Little Child
[time] => 2004-08-16 22:10:35
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[bodytext] => There's a place inside my head, where I run and hide away from the pain and sickness. The music forever plays and dreams come true. I run to that little bubble when the pain closes in and I want to cry. No one understands what I want or what I go through. All I want is a little attention and love and to be held. When the waves of pain, become too intense to stand. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 61 [informant] => fallin_angel_lover [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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