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[aid] => mick
[title] => the artists tale
[time] => 2004-11-22 21:32:23
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[bodytext] => The charcoal blackens my hands... While something else is blackening my heart. Falling endlessly away from what I onced love and held dear to me. Becoming more bitter and twisted as each heart break builds up on me. I understand why take me when there are toys on the shelf not so broken and dusty as I am. I'm not a bad person and I have so much to offer. But I'm so tired of all the games and disapointment in my world... it's unfair. You'd love me if I was beautiful and if I wasn't such hard work... But I am who I am and I'll change for no one but myself. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 13 [informant] => surge_joebot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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