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[sid] => 149868
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Behind the Scenes
[time] => 2009-05-13 21:03:06
[hometext] => I am sick of people who spread rumors and backstab. This poem kind of express this.
[bodytext] => I am welcomed with deceitful smirks; reverence is something I have earned. Yet, whispers morphed to bully's work; once veiled behind a curtain, now disrespect is displayed like a freak being burned. My reputation is balled up in the corner of my soul; since when do shallow people make the rules? I attempt to helplessly combat the hurricane with no control; hopelessly, I devolve to a catatonic fool. I rock in limbo in my chair; amnesia overcomes my battered reputation. What was once behind the scenes is exposed to fresh air-- the rumored lies have decayed all my soul's creations. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 63 [informant] => lesoleilnoire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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