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[sid] => 6963
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => I
[time] => 2002-11-18 13:00:00
[hometext] => about meeee
[bodytext] => Through out these blundering seasons,
I hide in my own little dungeon for various reasons. To stop you from yelling at me when you are mad, And for me to not make you unhappy or sad. It seems that every time we talk, You make me cry, and make me feel like chalk. I feel as I'm sketching you away. And one day you won't be there for me and say, That you love me a lot, Even after we always fought. You put me through consternation, Sometimes even confusion. I don't know if you hate me, Or if you're just mad at me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 43 [informant] => frozensuicide [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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