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[aid] => mick
[title] => Never Here
[time] => 2004-12-31 08:22:29
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[bodytext] => What do you think as I stare in disgrace? What do you think as I stare at your face? How do you know that I can feel? How do you know that I am real? The answers to those questions used to make sense. Now your nowhere near, so pretend you were never here. What you thought as I stared in disgrace, was something fake What you thought as I stared at your face, was just a waste How you new that I was real, was something to be left under a shield How you new that I could feel, was something unreal I thought of these things after you dissapeared. I just convinced myself you were never here. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 32 [informant] => someone2004 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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