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[sid] => 89217
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Vanity
[time] => 2005-03-29 16:51:42
[hometext] => People are so wrapped up in their apperance, they barely notice my pain, that ive made along my arm...
[bodytext] => Your vanity is what scares me, Demons screaming inside my head to curse you. To make you ugly, to make you fat, And force you to be yourself. Maybe your personality is so vile, That you have to talk about yourself. To have any word of interest to say at all, They're getting boring now. I made a 2 inch line of raw red flesh, Across my arm, blood oozed out; In a slow trickling fashion. You stopped and started, Wondering how the hell I could do that; To kill my outside appearance. Because that would be a nightmare for you, But the difference is: Im real. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 72 [informant] => Pats4eva7 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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