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[aid] => mick
[title] => 18th Birthday
[time] => 2010-11-10 13:03:05
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[bodytext] => Woke early on 12-5, her 18th birthday Finally signing release papers, call it her great-dreamed-but-cursed-day Nobody, no money, no map to find the way Shes leaving it all to find the needle in the hay Had sex with an old spade to get to the bags Even ******* his brother, not caring how her head sags Or how her only set of clothes are turning into dirty rags Waiting nervously for cash, "When will I get paid?" she nags Passed it to the dopeman, only had it a minute Bounced happy to the bridge, ducked beneath pulled out her kit Spike prick....blood drips....eyes bright when it hits Warm cars rumble by shes alone outside no fires lit High was good while it last, but things come to a close Crawling out of the haze, unfazed, her fingers had froze Found refuge in a playground for safety she supposed But cold minutes lasting hours made it impossible to doze Walking the streets to sift throught the trash And sidestepping baby diapers to get to the stash No pride when youre bum, aluminum equals cash Sometimes a phonecall can keep a scrape from tearing to a gash [comments] => 1 [counter] => 207 [topic] => 66 [informant] => cheshire [notes] => Mod 9 11/10/10 Bleep word Please bleep the whole word. Thanks [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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