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[sid] => 56417
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Betrayal--Of the First Degree.
[time] => 2004-07-16 15:45:34
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I don't think I can face the day, When all that it brings is the weight of dismay. Maybe not--It depends on my injury. I don't wanna be me. I'm not feeling so well. The red from this wound is beginning to swell. I'll cut through the skin to reveal my fears, But I can't reach the vein that contains all my fears. I'm sick of feeling so without. What was once emptiness is now filled with doubt. I let myself smile and feel alive, Just to die again. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 13 [informant] => liquidchaos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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