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[sid] => 106283
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Used
[time] => 2005-09-22 22:56:46
[hometext] => probably means more to me...but I can always use comments ;-)
[bodytext] => I've always prided myself on my values, instead I walked around outside without my shoes. I always said I wouldn't be that kid, but everything I do can't be undid. You've got this way of lying, twisted.. into a belief that leaves me crying. Sober to me hasn't existed for at least two hours.. and now this empty feeling devours. You sit back, relax awhile, I'll open my mouth and afterward I'll fake a smile. I try not to imagine the truth, make up a story.. .but be sure to call from a telephone booth. You can zip up your pants , throw away any dirty thought, look into trading your trailer for a much bigger yacht. You can open the door and leave, don't worry.. I'll clean up the mess with my shirt sleeve. Turn the ignition, horses running under the hood, you think to yourself, "ah..man I'm so good." Rev the engine, with a stupid smirk you say goodbye, but remember me when you put your hand on the next girl's thigh. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 43 [informant] => xuletgo2soon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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