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[aid] => mick
[title] => untitled
[time] => 2005-01-27 15:39:06
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[bodytext] => down your face trickles one black tear. behind your eyes there's nothing but fear. why is it now, that you choose to care? at my wrist i continue to tear. tracing the razor with my own blood. down my wrist, there's a raging flood. frowing in the mirror is where i stand i feel the warm blood fall off my hand. glass in my face as the mirror breaks. voices all around me, as i awake. look into my eyes that hold so much hate. i cant decide what's real and what's fake. so hold me down with your wicked stares. i know that someday i'll meet you there. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 6 [informant] => waitingintheshadows [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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