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[sid] => 3859
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Torn to shreds
[time] => 2002-09-15 14:17:18
[hometext] => This one can be told as one is depressed and the other see's this person is down and distant. try and read between the lines.....if u can.
[bodytext] => Depression is here for you, crawling inside your lips.
Play with the demons that bring death at your doorstep. There is a foot for every shoe and you wait in vain. My a** is sore........what a cheap metaphore. The dark hour can be here anytime, wait and see. the crooked and the str8 bring harmony to our existance. Now my anger grows........invicible, Dark as an ebony fire. Bind the red eye and the dark mind, Compare your heart and soul to mine. Confess to the saints that hover over you like the shadow of doubt. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 36 [informant] => darkkai [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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