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[aid] => mick
[title] => No Speed Dial, Just My Memory
[time] => 2004-05-17 10:53:34
[hometext] => This is what happens when you do something you shouldn't with someone you shouldn't.....please tell me what you think
[bodytext] => I still know your number Even though I cannot call You act as though I don’t exist And I ache from the torture. When will I stop feeling guilty? Why can’t I stop feeling used? For just once I’d like to tell All the things that we have done Sometimes I just want to scream Tear my vocal chords Get you to listen to me So I no longer have to be so calm. Flirt with her, kiss her nose Hold her hand in class Act as though it shouldn’t matter That I am standing there What was I thinking? Trying to be the cool girl Who doesn’t mind a little action From someone I’m not with One day I won’t be able to stand it I’ll just fall apart And when I do, what will you say? Will our secrets finally be told? How I hate the way you treat me When we are not behind closed doors I am going to leave someday But I don’t think I can The pain you’ve caused Is permanent and this won’t ever change You will always think of me As that girl who wasn’t good and went to far A sudden change of behavior That night in the dark When no one else could see you Your friends wouldn’t catch on I want to be more I still know your number And how I wish you’d call. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 63 [informant] => kayald [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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