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[aid] => mick
[title] => This punishment known as life
[time] => 2004-12-25 16:25:57
[hometext] => No comment
[bodytext] => I take this needle in and i dont want to I break my own skin when i dont need to But i still do..and i can no longer feel. Missonaries make no money, But i still thought about the traveling And hm, well that sounds good to me. Nuns never get married, But they still meet on fridays at Crabby Jacks, Singles night still sounds fine to me. Welcome to this world little known as punishment For whatever reason you obviously deserve it I dry out my dogs skin on my back porch We dont mean to be ***** but we are what we are. I hold my breath and count to ten Bite my tongue till it stops bleeding red I hang my dogs skin on the clothes line I dont mean to be so domestic-but i am what i am. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 563 [topic] => 35 [informant] => LevyMetal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SpecialOccassion )
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