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[sid] => 114140
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Our Release
[time] => 2006-02-02 10:06:04
[hometext] => Strange little number I wrote while I was high in class. Doesn't make any sense, terrible English, but I have an excuse, right?
[bodytext] => It is not simply a motif Reason is this right for our relief? Do the purging of words and never leave This is our manner of time to grieve Release not always of the suicide But of the proof that we are alive Let us try to hide us in the tears we cry Regard nothing us to have the truth we hide Is we are all so much very alone With a broken Heart and a broken home (Where is all the order? Will we be always be really healthy and safe?) Which is the colour of the pain? Is the answer under the rain? It is poetry with a cutter and this? It is how we survive [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 13 [informant] => vermilion [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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