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[sid] => 100248
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Crimson Precision
[time] => 2005-07-05 21:58:01
[hometext] => Dug this up from an old notebook. I don't cut anymore, though I'm beginning to miss it.
[bodytext] => All you see are paper thin lines Bright red, but fading in Neat, clear and precise What you see are tiny scars Carefully placed Cleanly bandaged What you don't see is the chaos inside me Trying to get out That red leaking from my arm Don't pretend you can't see it That is the fury within trying to escape But I am convinced I know best Press it down Once again [comments] => 1 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 72 [informant] => iluvpencils [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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