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[title] => Funhouse
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[hometext] => i bet u been there to
[bodytext] => Funhouse? Why do they call this a funhouse? The purpose is to distort reality My life has become just that Distorted The mirrors and smoke Are the lies and deceit That I find in all The people I meet I wish I could trust you How do I know you’re not fake too? When life is a travesty What can you do? I try to stay true to myself But I can’t trust you [comments] => 4 [counter] => 220 [topic] => 59 [informant] => randumbchit [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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