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[aid] => mick
[title] => I mimed a crucifix
[time] => 2012-02-02 05:44:10
[hometext] => End of an era &karma.
[bodytext] => For what I am and what I'm not,
You'd adore to see my body rot.
Guilt buried so deep down,
You'll lose yourself trying to find it.
You cannot live without your blanket of delusion,
All human life is nothing but an illusion,
Although you spend your days in constant confusion.
Beneath your shell,
Which no-one would ever tell,
Past the rage, picture a fresh page- amongst others which are spoilt and damaged.
Only one single part of your soul which is not contaminated.
I know you possess something beautiful
You just don't do beautiful things.
So never on your back will there be wings.
It shall bear intolerable weight and multiple stab wounds.
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