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[sid] => 31413
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The fight
[time] => 2004-01-11 20:36:48
[hometext] => To get the last word sometimes means lossing your respect
[bodytext] => To get the last word sometimes means lossing your respect i think i lost that tonight, as we fought, as we danced the dance of the wicked, of the crul, of the mean, back and forth our bantter continued we tossed the ball of anger back and forth to one another u called me names, i called u worse, we punch each other with words and it only got harsher u told me i used u and never loved u, ill let u belive that since i want u to, it will hurt u more if u do i told you u were sweet and said kind things to you, i knew that would make u shiver and cry, i knew everything to say to make u hurt worse, i knew how to cut u as deep as i could, i got the last word and i knew i had won untill tonight when u said i was heartless i thought i was numb, like i knew it was comeing, but who can brace themselves from the knife of words this fight is over, i really am numb now i give up the last word to u cause now i am down will u kick me? i would this fight is over, im bloody and bruised, let it be known that u finally won [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Lessa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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