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[aid] => mick
[title] => You showed your hand..
[time] => 2014-07-20 17:26:01
[hometext] => Dedicated to the whoever he was who taught me to play chess.
[bodytext] => you had my body, to do with as you pleased.... you thought I was sinful down to my knees, you call yourself thugs and much... much more... reality strikes....you were the floor...you were the handle.. you were the door.. I walked through you....time and time again...while you plotted your divinely sin. I am aware of the rounds you won, be not fooled...it has just begun. In order to win you must lose.. at least once, twice sometimes even more... how is it that just little ol' me crashed through your door. I know what you whisper about and say about me...Remember I am one ...and you are three. I walked away stronger and much more prepared...while you fight with hate.. I fight with love and that conquers all... you may think your big but..... your so...so small! I fight my battles alone, no mommy ,no pappi no sister no friend the next time we face enemy, it will be in my den. I am prepared for whatever you bring, you will find I am different this season then spring. What separates us is this, I know your weakness. your twist and your turns, I call him to me whenever it burns. I tried to be fair and just...even fell for the stupid trust that you talked about until I was ready to puke..your time is coming to late to dispute. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 139 [topic] => 66 [informant] => nikkib [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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