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[sid] => 51665
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => July
[time] => 2004-06-13 00:31:40
[hometext] => This is the truth, I guess the hurt never goes away, you just become immune to it.
[bodytext] => The snow is falling on my heart, The wind so strong, it tears me apart. The ice is hanging over my head, a still reminder of what's been said. The sky's as gray as the look in your eye, as you told me "this is goodbye". It's always cold this time of year, and the memories remain so clear. I question myself why o' why? why did he say goodbye? why must it be July.? Why must there always be July? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 22 [informant] => FiggySue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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