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[sid] => 139944
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The Game
[time] => 2008-01-22 04:57:15
[hometext] => Sometimes People Play Games With You, And Sometimes You Need To Quit The Game To Win.
[bodytext] => Whatever I write nothing makes sence, Everything is messed up, Everything so intense I sit here and wonder why I can't think, All the memories in my head left so blank In the begining my thoughts were clear, But you blinded me and gave me fear Now why did you do that, And bring me this shame, Now I walk with a limp and your to blame Well I'll go for now and see what remains, But always know I feel so insain I may look like a fool playing your game, So I'll fold this hand to end all the pain. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 65 [informant] => 143 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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