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[sid] => 123954
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => friends or lost aquantinces?
[time] => 2006-08-01 11:04:11
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => help me
save me
from my so called friends
who I would say
are actually
lost aquantinces
that are made of a special
glue and spice
the glue
oh that horribly sticky glue
is the memories and small gifts
of when we were friends
but like glue that turns from
liquid to solid
our view of each memorie changed
even though
we have that special spice
its not the same
the spice
that spice that all girls are known to have
has reached the surface of our skins
and poisoned the glue
and made it brittle and weak
till it breaks
he said
oh that girl that's friends with her
I say
no that's her lost aquantince
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[informant] => The_Unknown
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[alanguage] => english
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