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[title] => fake
[time] => 2010-08-01 18:01:56
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[bodytext] => She sings to herself quietly
To escape the lies.
Everyday, solving riddles to get to..
Another riddle. Barely escaping the flood of rumors,
Caught up in silly *****, the unexplainable.
So happy to the outside world
But inside weeping.
Lying on nails, sleeping with lions.
With enough emotion in her words
To let you kno she means it.
Counter clock-wise her watch goes,
Catching daja-vu constantly.
Vision fogged and blurred,
Leaving little ti see.
Reaching out to those who dont care,
Helplessly looking over my shoulder
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