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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Miss You.. Metal.
[time] => 2011-01-03 15:43:26
[hometext] => I was a self harmer, yet I still miss how she used to bite me.
[bodytext] => I miss you and the way you used to hug into my arm I miss the way we used to be and how you could always comfort me I miss how as you sank into me I felt undeniably happy I miss how at night we could talk and compromise over all my tears and lies I miss how you somehow managed to kiss everything better with your edges I miss how they were so fine, so defined. I miss how, I knew where I stood with them and how I could control and know them I miss how they drew, and when they began to draw everything became clearer I miss how, as they did so I could see myself bursting with pride I miss how the pride used to run away and run down upon to my moist palms I miss how they used to connect and dance with each other I miss how the little swirls of cells would run through my fingers and hit the floor I miss how as they dropped they would make a small short sound, like a pin drop I miss how they used to splash out a little and sometimes dash onto things I wish they wouldn’t I miss how sensitive and calm I felt after they had done their business I miss how as I ran my finger along my arm I could feel a little emotion I miss you mostly though I miss you, and the damage you used to do. I miss you, and the way you reminded me and how I felt relief around you. I miss you, and the way you used to possess me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 271 [topic] => 72 [informant] => CommasCanSeperate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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