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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Fame
[time] => 2010-05-23 15:57:07
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[bodytext] => seasons change and come round again but some things are always the same and even with all of his new found fame the loneliness never goes away what comfort can be found at the bottom of an empty bottle? or passing out on the bedroom floor left at the mercy of some crack fuelled whore as he stares into space, late into the night he knows what he's doing is wrong but how can something so wrong feel so right a temporary bliss to block out the cold world and as the bottles pile up around him he doesn't even care anymore there is nothing left that he can do anyone who loves him is going down too AUTHORS PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 96 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Mic-E [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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