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[aid] => Mick
[title] => I once knew a man, he was me.
[time] => 2003-06-20 04:35:00
[hometext] => Marijuana destroyed all I was and created some new horrible person.
[bodytext] => I once knew a man Saddened beyond tears He was oh so alone Solitude guided him through the years I once knew a man, he was smart. He would do anything to know it all Truth was his mission But he hid his emotions behind a very strong wall I once knew a man, he was kind. He would live in torture so others did not cry But in so many ways This kind man just wanted to die. He held to kindness, honor and truth Better to die than break his word He was a wonderful man He would live, serve, and die by the sword But this man fell To a depth he could never know It seemed he would break every oath And forget he had the emotions, he never let show. He fell so far from getting high Odd, it boosted his esteem and made him grow But it was a bit of weed That twisted him too wickedly to know It let him be a child again Let him enjoy himself at last Let him accept himself And let him forget his past But it was a temporary thing And finally when he was through He left his honor behind As the drug took what it had due I once knew a man, he isn't me I torture, cheat and lie I want that lonely, sad, smart, and kind man back He may have wanted to, but it is I who deserve to die. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 298 [topic] => 39 [informant] => forsakensoul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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