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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Sinister World 11/16/00
[time] => 2004-12-09 22:36:47
[hometext] => All too true...
[bodytext] => They make you smile when you're down. They'll turn your smile into a frown. You'll feel crazy, you'll feel sane. You'll love it all, 'til it gets lame. You'll try and try to re-live that first high. You won't get it, but you'll try 'til you die. Rollin' on E. Trippin' on 'Cid, Before you know it, you're no longer a kid. You've become a pawn, a vital piece, To it's Evil Game, soon you'll be deceased. The disel starts to make you nod. They'll find in the tub your naked bod. You've got drool all over you, and you're blue. It's so vile; how could you do this to you? In a dingy motel room, blood covers the bed. Your nose has bled; you've kivered; now you're dead. But if you've died early, thank your lucky stars. At least you aren't sleeping behind the bars. Or sold your last shirt, right off your back. Nothing warm for winter 'cause you had to have that crack. It's your last year in high school, You dropped out thinking you're cool. Ten years down the road -- where are you now? Beaten to death and shot. This time you finally got caught. You're mom couldn't even identify your face. She hopes you've found peace in your final place. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 275 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Beena [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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