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[title] => Hurt
[time] => 2015-08-10 04:37:58
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[bodytext] => Here it comes again the thing called life Sitting alone in my world full of strife Demons around me how'd I end up here In this time and this place, now without you m'dear Screaming for rest yet never it's found The silence is agony, a deafening sound How can I do this how will I ever cope Please cut me a noose, with a short piece of rope This is the end I've been here before The place that now I can truly adore I've fought with these demons for a very long spell And don't even have my soul left to sell [comments] => 4 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 75 [informant] => darkcapricorn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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