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[aid] => mick
[title] => World War Me.
[time] => 2008-04-16 20:39:16
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[bodytext] => my throat, it kind of aches i guess its kind of irritated by my fist being shoved down to eradicate the calories i just drowned the mirrors i cant bear to stare so there taped up ebony just so i cant see the travesty that is my body the tiny indent of a collarbone sitting all alone nobody knows but me. and you would never believe. i only make myself empty promises feel my stomach burn and im tired. really tired. but thats the price i'll pay for ever letting myself Become this way. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 13 [informant] => amber_vonHorror [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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