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[aid] => mick
[title] => Secret Hobby
[time] => 2004-09-04 05:48:46
[hometext] => Don't take this the wrong way. Corrupted_Minds
[bodytext] => Just want a little more attention, Just want someone else to care, Just need a little affection, Not a lonely, heartless stare, I used to look down on you, With what happened behind closed doors, You did because you were pale and blue, And were sick of cutting open new sores, Head hung over the toliet seat, Tears running down your face, Slowly rised back to your feet, And flushed so there was no trace, It was secret from everyone, A pain that brought no blood, After each meal you thought you'd won, But you'd end up in the mud, You thought this made you pretty, The skin and bones you are, But this only made us pitty, How life took you so far, Retching from the bathroom, Each and every day, Mummy would be home soon, So I better put the food away, The boys would now love me, But how I got this they'd never know, The boys would never see, How they took that girl so low, But now I know the feeling, I felt the pain myself, It felt like constant healing, Without even needing good health, And it's my hobby now, To loose a pound, With eating somehow, This way was found, Now I dont even need my fingers, My body knows the drill, But the thought in my mind lingers, Why is it my food I spill? Why don't I just not eat, It would save me half the task, Now off my knees and too my feet, As I've revaled what's behind the mask [comments] => 8 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 13 [informant] => corrupted_minds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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