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[aid] => mick
[title] => White Picket fence
[time] => 2010-08-22 12:55:26
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[bodytext] => If you spent a friday evening at my house growing up you would be entertained for the night. See no one really knows the pain that lies inside a perfect picture. The white house with the red door and it's shiny white picket fence. My father would be on the couch in a xannax coma, while my mother is in her walk in closet on the phone with her boyfriend. My older brother in his basement bedroom sticking needles in his arm. Two young boys playing vidio games with tension running through them while their older sister gets ready for meaningless parties. If you stepped inside my house the pretty granite counter tops in the kitchen and shiny wood floors will decieve you. There are damaged pieces of all of us inside that house our souls screaming to be let out. We always keep the ghosts at bay but soon enough their sure to catch up on us all. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Daniellemarie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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