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[sid] => 86324
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Used up
[time] => 2005-03-03 11:36:35
[hometext] => ***Edited by Moderator_14, for spelling, as requested.***
[bodytext] => The rain drops on your finger tips tears as you twist my pain in your gripped hand fed up of asking why eyes cant bare my own reflection so im focussing on the sky dont look at me in disgust im just a victim of your wasteful lust Thats what its about i scream and i shout it physical its factual but we are anything but natural Like yesterdays newspaper that nobody reads you throw me to the wind cos now you've had your way i dont mean a thing Used up or used and used again pointless but you redeem yourself in my heart the broken heart that gives you millions of chances So many hopes and dreams that your voice dashes [comments] => 2 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 32 [informant] => loopylou [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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