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[sid] => 70642
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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Desolate Wasteland
[time] => 2004-11-08 15:51:20
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => My heart has become a desolate wasteland Filled with emptiness that I can not stand No one sees the black hole inside No one knows that my soul has died Covered up by a lying smile The pain inside begins to pile Filling my head with suicide Leaving me no place to hide I take the blade and cut my skin To release the pain I feel within The crimson red it flows so free Staining me for all to see I wish they could see the pain See that my heart is slain But all they see is the flowing blood They don’t see the tears that flood I watch as emptiness becomes me It is now impossible to break free Walking around as though I were dead Covered in a crimson red [comments] => 2 [counter] => 510 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CrimsonTears [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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