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[title] => This Sober Train
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[bodytext] => fall off a merry go round round and round till' we're gone fallen off into the ground no more around all dead and gone falling off So am I everything that dies goes to the ground things fell out of my hand like I die at night a lonely man falling alone Into the unknown leave it for words to explain my own the way I fall as a death It hurts to do the same and so I bled from falling off my will to live but it hurts so good its taste is gone I've fallen off this sober train [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 66 [informant] => danimus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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