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[aid] => mick
[title] => Deciet
[time] => 2008-05-13 07:08:01
[hometext] => all critcism is welcomed *note this is just a poem....I am NOT by any means emotionally disturbed* enjoy -_-
[bodytext] => it was alll a lie, a trick a snare your deciet why did i believe it when you said you loved me in the begginig i was timid shy unsure,treating me like playdo you molded me into something impure, but other than that i knew it was love ,the way you looked at me and said i was your angel from above, than later on things became different, never returning my calls all of the e-mails i sent, than one day i saw you kissing someone new, I was filled with saddness, and jealousy, as my heart broke in 2, As I walked home it began to rain, collapsing across the ground I cried out all the sadness and pain, as the days went on all jealousy and anger went away ,but unfortunately the depression was there to stay, doctors tried to put this mental illness to rest, but the girl knew there there was only 1 soulution DEATH the girl was there all alone, nobody else there at home to witness the slits in her writst caused by the unforgiving crome, with one deep cut she saw a quick flash, of her and him having a picnic on a nice summers day in the grass, she gasped sharply taking one last brath, before entering into the darkness into a everlasting death. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => spend782 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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