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[sid] => 81941
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Fallen
[time] => 2005-01-29 00:35:58
[hometext] => Sorry if this doesn't make any sense whatsoever...Just blame the alcohol. :) enjoy.
[bodytext] => There's a gun outside. A gun outside. The blood streams like the tears I've cried. I know it's wrong of me to dance across that line, but what's the point when reason conflicts with rhyme I've grown to depend on the stains on my hands. Once foreshadowed in the prominent land. But this was never my plan, it was never my plan. Visionaries ******* blinded adversaries. Dredging fears equipped with disheartening blatancy. I found myself depending on dependency. Insanity inanely mixed with complete lunacy. And it still wasn't my plan to fall against these hands. Forgive me for my daydreaming insecurity. I've forsaken everything I ever believed in believing in order to achieve this complete solidarity. I'm done being clean. I'm done being me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 48 [informant] => clementine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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