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[bodytext] => The life I live, the price I pay, doesn't mean a dime if I turn away.. For hatred surrounds and pain it abounds, around these factors my life is wound. How is it so, that to you I must go? Why must my life be riddled with sorrow and woe? Can I escape this tension that you can cut with a knife or will it ever plague me my entire life? All these questions and more I genuinely ask For the answers however, will I be up to the task? The task to see it through to its end The task to have a will that never breaks, never bends [comments] => 1 [counter] => 133 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Shadowman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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