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[aid] => mick
[title] => Blessed mess
[time] => 2008-11-06 01:51:18
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[bodytext] => Look in my eyes. Tell me, what do you see? You see that i'm high and i'm fly like a bee. i chill in the sky while i dangle my feet, laugh till i cry, i ain't able to speak. i wunna get higher, make this shidd suspensful my eyes burn like fire, as red as my menstral yeah man i'm tired, though i gotta fistfull or more you'd admire to pour out this pencil like led is a liquid, my head is so twisted they said i was wicked and should get convicted of things i can't mention, can't solve with detention if they woulda listened, won't be none this tension won't be none this stress, but yet, none the less i've gotta confess, imma blessed piece of mess. influenced by nada. influence, i can. vital like water, i am what i am. ruined by all of the shidd i can't stand truth of the matter, i don't give a damm [comments] => 3 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lilmissy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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