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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Metaphor
[time] => 2004-04-29 18:24:32
[hometext] => Written after not being able to sleep the day one of my best friends said she hated me.
[bodytext] => My world has burned down around me The cinders still fall like snow I can't grow anything from these ashes Why did it have to be you to strike the match? The knife in my back hurts I can't reach far enought to pull it out Won't you help me? Why did you but it there in the first place? I pick up the shards of this broken affection You showed me it wasn't a reflection Of what I thought it was But did you really have to lie? You sail away to better past times I'm left here alone A forgotten toy in the sand Did you get tired of playing with me? I'm sorry that you hate me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Saitou-sama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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