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[aid] => mick
[title] => My childhood was more than the playground, it was the sand
[time] => 2009-06-08 00:14:13
[hometext] => please read this as more of a rap, and more for the message, rather than critsizing it into doom :] thanks. btw, this is all not really my life...but just a write. :]
[bodytext] => Children learn to lie, before they begin to talk The children also learn to steal, before they begin to walk The image of a fish in a bathtub means a lot to me But look at me now, I watch fish die by other fish Kissing on the t.v. screen used to be a fun memory, we looked away and laughed Now the sight of kissing makes me shiver, I was given more burdensome messages than I could deliver What's pizza to you? Something tasty and large? Something your guests can eat joyfully, even when they barge...in? To me a pizza is a sign, of its all gone fast and to my haunted mind and to my ***** up past. Like when my brothers used to order it to eat it behind my back and enjoy it. To talk about the good things past, where I never was included. Tell me how they're so polluted? They're so young.... My good good playmates from school back in elementary were actually enemies too. They have been out for my blood, since we played in the sand. I was rejected by girls, when they were all in a band. I gave them life, luxury, love and success. And they destroyed our friendship over just a gram of some stress. I learned that things can be ***** up, you tell me when you're eatin' cereal out of a cup, and enjoying it. My voicemail, is on repeat, and its telling me a story of why I deserve the heat, eternal. Thanks girl....friend? Nahh. I don't need that *****, I only play by the books so that I can calculate the next big hit. He told me yeah let's hang out, I want to chill for a while. He told his made-up stories, and gave me artificial smiles. Can I see your collection? He said. Sure, its under the bed. Then he took my playing cards, and hit me right in the head. Doo....do....doo....do.....wake up. They're gone...and I think your friend left. Look man, what the *****? You're so much older now. But what the ***** has changed? You want to tell me how...this works? You live, you learn, to regret and to screw. All to realize exactly what not to do, and do it. Anyways, I think we've had our fun. Now just take your head to your pillow, and lay your *** down, cuz we're done. Sleep......*****. sleeep....wanted for rape and murder. Sleep.....stop breathin....sleep...you *****in demon. I'M NICE! [comments] => 0 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 73 [informant] => beefybeebuzz [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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