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[sid] => 127704
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => WRITTEN
[time] => 2006-11-01 19:38:21
[hometext] => Who know's, It could just be a lie. Or she might commit suicide...
[bodytext] => I wish that you knew
none of it was true
all the things I've said
are lies I made for you
Every word I say
is pushing you away
hiding it inside
It's like this everyday
I don't understand the reason why
I laugh and smile instead of cry
when everything becomes a lie
now I'm not sure why I try
And as a last resort I'm writing
while with myself I find I'm fighting
I really don't know what to say
because it's always been this way
I wish that I could say I'm strong
then writing this wouldn't seam so wrong
When you've lied to your self the entire time
who's to say I'm not this time?
[comments] => 1
[counter] => 154
[topic] => 13
[informant] => Forgotten_soul
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 3
[ratings] => 1
[editpoem] => 0
[associated] =>
[topicname] => DarkPoetry
)
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