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[aid] => mick
[title] => Watch me die.
[time] => 2004-06-21 11:48:50
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[bodytext] => I watch them as they stuff themselves. Indulging sick temptations while I starve. In every aspect they succeed and I fall short. But control is something I have mastered. The sight alone brings dry sobs forth, I am chocked inside at their resemblance to swine. The mess of it is something so repulsing I must turn away or face the reality, That I alone am perfect in authority Against myself they tell me I have turned. But concealment became the solemn skill. Food is wrong—and I have reached perfection. Watch me feed on your fears. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 13 [informant] => LiquidChaos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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