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[aid] => mick
[title] => PaPeRCuTS aND RaZoRBLaDeS
[time] => 2005-11-28 13:56:46
[hometext] => A relationship meant for the drain from day one... we knew the conclusion before we had a beginning... and its all now my pathetic heartbreak
[bodytext] => these mangled fingers are slowly cramping these hands from papercuts and razorblades- proudly signing their demands in blood from veins and lust of bones, a selfish right the temptation of greed, what a pitiful sight to touch the evil in all of our souls relieve yourself of dreams or goals dance with fire, spark the match light the scenery, open the hatch dive into the thoughts of a losing faith but never retreat money is life, and that life is a sinful deciet only pay face value for the goods of this land walk side by side with the devil, touch his hand this face is carved into something great, something beautiful by the condemned in their private hell, working so dutiful never stopping because of the papercuts and razorblades only hoping for an eternity where the fire and flame all fades maimed by liars and thieves and the insane so afraid of going out, and getting caught in the rain its never been easy, but its not really that hard believe that this lifetime will luckily pull your love card and take you away from this cage, never look back forever in hiding and poised for attack guilty as sin, false freedom galore you are the holder of the key that opens the forbidden door a sickness of the mind, a virus that escaped unable to protect yourself from the hiddeously raped covered head to toe in papercuts and razorblades, a deadly finale this is your coffin, your tombstone... this creepy dark alley pray to your heavens and shun going back to hell your knees are still bloody from back when you fell out of grace and out of life, a stupid mistake all of this pain and vanity, a form of heartbreak. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 22 [informant] => GorgeousXWaste [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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