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[sid] => 186620
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Puppet on a Chain
[time] => 2019-11-01 09:04:07
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => It feels good
running away
from my shadows
i see every day
it feels good
to kill em
when i/'/m high
It feels good
playing i/'/m in control
on cloud nine
where i can evolve
from this
soul destroying life
But it goes bad
when my supply
starts running
dry
and my body
wants to curl up and die
I feel sick
when my mind is surfing
on waves
of unbearable pain
and my shadows are screaming
for more of the same
all lined up to play
Their Games
[comments] => 1
[counter] => 84
[topic] => 66
[informant] => drone
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 0
[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => drugabuse
)
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