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[sid] => 85506
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Burning dry
[time] => 2005-02-23 21:31:14
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[bodytext] => White assumptions and flowers in bloom Its always spring inside my room (im all mixed up, but i cant figure out how) Fans on high and sheets bleed of red Losing life on top of my own bed (never could exhale, but i cant even inhale now) Shadows haunt and walls close in I count all the vanity in my sin (im all drugged up, lost the way to reality) Carpet stains and punctured doors I barely can see my dim lamp light anymore (Holding back emotions, from dramtic humanity) These sick four walls have hidden me I cut myself until i bleed (im all mixed up, but i cant figure out how) I hate myself, and this damn room knows it The world grows cold so i run through my door and close it (never could exhale, and its all better now) [comments] => 0 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 36 [informant] => LevyMetal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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