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[aid] => mick
[title] => addiction
[time] => 2005-01-21 21:20:44
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[bodytext] => Like an addiction, like a need. You say just a small cut, you say to more, it won’t lead. You say it won’t harm, until you finally do it, and cut all up and down your arm. That’s what I could be doing now, instead I’m loving him, I’m stopping, but I don’t know how. I got over my love to cut. At least I hope, I closed that door in life shut. Urge’s you must overcome, in fact I’m having one now, hold me down. “Ow”, that hurt, but not as bad, as making, that cut would had. I’m so done with that. Although right now, jealousy sparks, and wow, tears fall. Once again, I’m hearing my razor call... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 13 [informant] => karmen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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