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[title] => Original Problem.
[time] => 2009-04-03 16:01:30
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[bodytext] => Death is on its way. I wait riddled with pain that medications somehow seem to elude. Weight now what I did in Junior High, frail as that eleven year old that met his cousins at the public pool and was unmercifully teased about his sexuality in front of everyone. I wait for death reliving my life, remembering, trying to figure out why things were the way they were? Blaming everyone but me. Still the original problem [comments] => 0 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 25 [informant] => fanniesson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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