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[aid] => mick
[title] => Silverspoons
[time] => 2004-04-08 16:54:26
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[bodytext] => I don't get outraged, that much any more, my remonstration, is out of touch, these opinions, don't get spoked that much. My objections, my complaints, are just coloured dillusions served in Silver spoons... And its all my fault, I'm willing to take all of the blame. for my big mouth, That I should try to refrain. There comes a dark, dark day, in every mans life, a turning point and then some, you lose the fight... to yourself. And its freezing, although I'm sweating from the heat. And all those people that I've hated, so much energy between so many moons. I will be mature and big and adult, and let go of this ancient feeling of resentment. I want to be tall although I'm short and I want to be young although I'm ninety something, we never felt complete completeness. Consume upon your dirty throne, I'll never change my unapologetic 'sorry' tone, [comments] => 2 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Broken-glass [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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