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[sid] => 64777
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A note.
[time] => 2004-09-22 19:56:20
[hometext] => Just a note of many I've written..
[bodytext] => To Whom it may concern: My finish feels near, but my thoughts seem far. I cannot escape these feelings that overpower me. I cannot function without all my strength. I cannot win for I was born to lose this battle, fought hand to hand. I wish to lay down my bible and die, ashamed. I don't want to play any part in this reality any longer. Come, take me away... Lead my arm and guide my face. Show me how to survive. Tell me what I know is right. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Silentpwn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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