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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Myself and I
[time] => 2004-10-17 21:57:52
[hometext] => looking at myself
[bodytext] => The words come easy, when I talk to myself, stare me down and demand from myself a reason, an answer, a explanation for this a reason to live a reason to exisist. The words flow easy when I am to blame when I am the one who's refusing to change. I look at myself and can't help but look back and tear into myself and see what is left when I go through the layers and through all the crap, It's just me after all and there's nothing worse than that. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 43 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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