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[aid] => mick
[title] => beautiful lies
[time] => 2004-06-13 14:18:53
[hometext] => not very good, the beginning is a worse version of somthing I wrote for her a few days before we broke up but never really got to give her, the rest is what i wrote now reflecting on it. Please don't comment on the weird format, but please comment though
[bodytext] => what was the point of going through the day all to find out that things never go you way what was the purpose of holding on when at the end of the day it's the same song why did I pretend each moment was not the last what did it matter if there's no separating between now and the past why did I crawl further into an endless cave why did I try to prolong life in a grave why? Because you made me believe I was a life you could save. Yes love, yes love, you made me buy into the concept of a needless imagination because true fairytales were built without a moment's hesitation because you and I were never planned then it was belived we were made from god's hands and this spontanous happiness faded in sight all because of a dark mind that wanted a light so it looked for an answer and found not one but still marveled and what a world it had become. God was the answer god was never in a prayer god couldn't hear them, and god forgot the care. So carlessly, carlessly when he made you and me you. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 22 [informant] => rightwingbrknwing [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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