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[bodytext] => when we met i thought you were cool as i look back now i say what a fool i put you through hell you gave me pain the times we had drove me insane we fought alot each and every day but as weak as i was i'd let you have your say each word cut deeper deeper than my knife in reaction to those words i tryed to take my life but were you worth it i thought so then but now i remember when i showed you the scars, showed you the blade showed you the life that you had made my scars have healed so has my head but in spite of you, Im not dead! [comments] => 3 [counter] => 245 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Crash [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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