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[sid] => 54766
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Whore
[time] => 2004-07-04 17:56:50
[hometext] => well, i met this girl that enjoyed being called a slut and also know another girl who sleeps around just to be called beautiful and has had her heart broken many many many times. this piece is reflecting on both those girls. broken hearted and proud.
[bodytext] => I made a heart Out of a whore I stitched up the rips And I covered up the scars I made a heart I’m not sure if it’s able to love I threw it out the window, thinking it would fly I threw it during the day and it started falling By night, the thread came loose and the paint Was peeling, I’m naked and you know the past So, I painted it again And I stitched up the rips and gaps I’ll hope with a bottle of glue And I’ll hope with a roll of duct tape too Now you know, I’m naked no matter what I wear As the truth escapes and the frown upon your face I’ll wear a mask made of silk and lace I’ll attach it to my face I’m a whore and not yet ashamed [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 61 [informant] => opiate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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