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[sid] => 162815
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hands Made Of Clay
[time] => 2010-10-18 20:43:43
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[bodytext] => Thought I flow a line on something that dripped into my mind and two hours later I'm staring at a blank page and feeling lost, I wonder if I commit suicide and wrote a note will anyone remember the things that caused all the saddness for what I wrote. My hands made of clay slowly melt as I try to hold on while I silently scream cause I can't let anyone know that I live in fear, I am caught in between feeling quarintine in a place where no one lingers and I've forgotten why or how I came to be lost here. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 48 [informant] => unknown_utopia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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