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[sid] => 113628
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Blurred line
[time] => 2006-01-23 05:35:00
[hometext] => it's not as good as the others but I really wanna start writing like that at will
[bodytext] => Blurred Line Loved and trusted by many a friend, Hugged and pampered until the end, Given the love that we all yearn for, I hung with the rich, I hung with the poor. Is this what the doctor forced upon me? Am I just a test, thrown down onto thee? Is this depression produced from a drug? Or did it form from those forceful hugs? I asked these questions many a night, Always giving myself a ghastly fright, Is this death flowing through my brain? Or is that just blood gushing from my vein? I came, I saw, I laughed, I cried, I pushed, I hurt, I was denied, The reason I write is because of you, The time you punched me and blood I spew. So please reply in due time, It’s getting harder to write a rhyme, My vision’s getting blurry as I write, All because of you and that frightful night. You took me into your arms again, You gave me a watch; I gave you a pen, I saw the fist clench and release, After that I saw your back, come back Denise. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 257 [topic] => 13 [informant] => astralbermudian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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