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[aid] => Mick
[title] => ''A Life''
[time] => 2002-10-25 12:15:00
[hometext] => I really don't know where this came from, LoL
[bodytext] => This was your last chance
Your time was caving in There it went on midnight colored path All there was was a body left All there was was a pride that left. You never had the right to be apart of a fight You never saw what everyone else did You were cold, alone and always forgotten Your soul was stuck to the wall Your mind was visibly open to us all Why did you care for the things they did What did you say when they mamed your purpose The case was lost and you were broken The rain led me to you in your unspoken world You were torn battered and worn All I did was lend my hand BUT it wasn't enough you evil was so great You sold your soul to the one who is full of hate The responsibility was too much Your life was sowed together Patchwork, still and bloody A mess that none of us figured It was the glare off the pavement That told you the truth Your existence was a time laboring experience You were so difficult, you were so f***** up You never had that chance You never lost that opression Your evilish grin was the last thing you saw YOUR HELL WAS GONE but so were you Officially unborn and buried without a grave Here it was, the life you never had the life that was broken and torn The life that was never a life. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 25 [informant] => amos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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