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[aid] => mick
[title] => Love me
[time] => 2005-06-12 14:17:30
[hometext] => I wrote this about my self
[bodytext] => I was a girl who hated the world I used my body to sell my soul every town would brake me with each of thier pay they would tear out my heart and leave me in pain he never found out how I survived with all of my sadness that I kept inside he never found out why I would lie with a smile on my face and the cuts that I would hide they would love me with thier pay thye would pay to be with me everyday they could have me if they prayed they could rape me in every way down my knees I wept on the floor this hopless life I wanted no more dead in my minde and my bones were so cold opning my eyes I finaly relized I was alone I never found out how much that one special guy tried trying to unravel my sadness, making him blinde they would love me with thier pay thye would pay to be with me everyday they could have me if they prayed they could rape me in every way he never found out how I survied with my life full of denial and lies he never found out why I would lie but with my arms covered in blood and all the darkness inside I would never know how much he cired when my rope became tight on the night that I died they would love me with thier pay thye would pay to be with me everyday they could have me if they prayed they could rape me in every way [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Taylor [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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