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[aid] => mick
[title] => It's 4 Oclock
[time] => 2006-03-04 12:24:27
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[bodytext] => It's 4 oclock.. My shirt's inside out and my skirt shows the scars. I stare out my window watching the cars that drive past my house in the middle of the night.. then I read over your notes in the shining street light. You managed to fix it, to cheer me up that day. But what happens when you take back those words that you say? I stare at the snow, at the rocks and the trees.. I look 'round my room, and blacks all that I see. I wish you were here, cuz I need to be held.. I stare at the marks that once described how I felt. 3 more hours till I have to get up. The war against the blade I'll never give up.. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 61 [informant] => ladymaki [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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