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[sid] => 83054
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Left out
[time] => 2005-02-05 00:33:17
[hometext] => I dont know why I wrote this, it just came out :))
[bodytext] => Left out so as to clear away the darkest cloud in sight, without which everything would be fresh and forever bright. Born to be despised, a freak about to be sliced, broken, but never beaten, a sorry excuse even for a heathen. Never will I think again, that maybe I really am sane. coz word's already out on the street, that this psycho is back on his feet. Going on a journey without an end, thinking there is heaven just around the bend, No, there's nothing there waiting for me, if you dont believe me-just open your eyes and see. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 43 [informant] => damien [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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