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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost the Lottery?
[time] => 2004-05-17 21:35:04
[hometext] => 13 17 31 42 89
[bodytext] => Poised and Primp she'll never be and she hates stupidity She shows bad judgement as she slits her wrist... for all the moments she has missed Blood doesn't come out No only her brain That one little organ thats made her insane Now that it's all gone eveythings okay But there goes truth getting in her way She won't fight back No she'll run and hide As she waits for an easy ride NO! The truth will not se her free Cause then you'd know "who she be" She must hide the past and fix tomorrow Because then she'd have no days filled with sorrow Or maybe she would and should just learn to cope Maybe she should find the real meaning of hope So she'll get a grip and get rid of her sinful pride No she won't need that for this long ride All she needs is to been "saved" by her lord That is something even the homeless can afford.... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 197 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jaded-Sunrise [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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