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[sid] => 129315
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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Score
[time] => 2006-12-12 11:47:24
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Break my arm so I will feel, make me bleed to see. The ghost of what we had is real and it is haunting me. Chose to sever the ties that bound me to that place of pain. The devil came and took my hand, led me so far astray... The importance of that pact can not erase the innocence of one disgraceful act. so... slit my throat and watch me die a thousand deaths or more for even death can't free me now. Mark one to Satan's score. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 75 [informant] => Helena [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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