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[sid] => 130323
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Last Thrill: Conscience
[time] => 2007-01-09 20:20:12
[hometext] => all back once more. again will we go there in the circle of repeated trust with breaking every single statement we've made. I'm sorry you.
[bodytext] => Who knows how this is gonna end Maybe i will leave this land. Maybe your my hand will hold and pull me through this white green cold. And maybe I will sane my keep and to death opened eyed will sleep. Dreams bring out the biggest thrill of the fairytale with magic mill. And if you my friend go, your body covered in the dark snow. But when you're only with virgin snow and the colors on the flowers grow please recall the name of me and the chokes I've had with thee. How accurate our memories are when a moment is like a passing car it comes and it's gone and it leaves only dust. How do we believe that what happened was a must? Vague is term of memory your. As long as you walk down the corridor and see the steps in the end you are still in for the band. If you see the slow descent then, oh my, your mind is bent. Watch out for that stage of lost as very high might be the cost. And since this no end posseses I won't keep you out guessing. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 157 [topic] => 66 [informant] => ediii [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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