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[aid] => mick
[title] => Myriad
[time] => 2004-06-20 17:17:27
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[bodytext] => Why have I been like this? I'm going to keep trying to resist the truth Philanthropy, phrenology Is any of it nessacary, why am I in therapy? Have I done something wrong? Do I need to be isolated and live alone? Do I scare the ones who distoryed us? Do I seem a little dilirius? As the turntables spin, my mind grows thin I can't say I'll stop the fight, I wont say that I am right Do we all live in a circle? I know I'm no oracle Do you think I care about them? Just let the lights dim So I can move further away, farther and farther each day I'm tired of being the last to know This time, I'll be the first to find you Epic journeys, observatorys Is the there any need for all this? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Bones [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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