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[title] => Web Of Love
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[bodytext] => She no longer did it for the money, though she needed it the same. She no longer held on to the dreams that have long since faded away.She no longer knew, when enough was enough. Little did she know she'd be caught beneath a web of love. Late at night she'd cry herself to sleep, Promising herself the promises she knew she'd never keep. She no longer did if for the money, though she needed it the same. She knew it wasn't real love but atleast they knew her name. She would go through the motions just as she always did. There have been so many faces but she only knew them as "him." Deep down she would fight it just as she always did. She never wanted to admit it but she knew it was true she could have left long ago but she had nowhere to go to. She no longer tried to hide it as the tears came rolling down. She no longer tried to fight it as her dress fell to the ground. And the bills on the table next to the bed are the unspoken simbols of the life that she's lead. She could try and run from the world and hide from it all but she's in to deep to even try and fall. She no longer did it for the money though she needed it the same she no longer held on to the dreams that have long since faded away. she no longer knew when enough was enough, her vision is blurring beneath the web of love. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 31 [informant] => poisonthewell_chic [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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