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[bodytext] => She said, your life's not that important. As I held a mirror in front of her face. She said, if you try you'll fail. As I exposed my insecure center. She said, you never do anything. As I fell exhausted on her floor. She said, you hate everyone. As I claimed what was left of my soul from this world. She said, you are better than I. As I listend to every ounce of spite dribble from her wasting mind. She said, i want to be like you. As I held her blood stained hands when the verdict was read. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 6 [informant] => betty [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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