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[aid] => mick
[title] => Secrets of a Casualty
[time] => 2005-06-14 01:40:33
[hometext] => the pain we go through...it's what makes us who we are. it makes us stronger but with many walls and scars...
[bodytext] => hit me, beat me, drag me down punch me, kick me, blood pours down break me, shake me, eradicate me destroy me, abuse me, torture and bruise me because that’s what you're good at that’s why you’re here you come in to my room at night and get high of my pain, tears, and fear adore me in your sick and twisted way you call it love, I call it pain but it’s just another day and this is just your way you whisper, threaten, bite and grab I try to scream and fight you back But that has never worked before And tonight is no exception (I can’t take this anymore) hit me, beat me, drag me down punch me, kick me, blood pours down break me, shake me, obliterate me destroy me, abuse me, torture and use me kill me please and end it now even though I know you wont somehow, I just close my eyes and drown out the sounds Too serrated to let the tears fall down And you’ve made me this way Destroyed, abused, tortured and used, frail and bruised, and I am through my soul is damaged and it’s because of you adore me in your sick and twisted way you call it love, I call it pain but it’s just another day and this is just your way and I hate myself and you’ve made me this way [comments] => 4 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 65 [informant] => wild_heart_of_fire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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