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[aid] => mick
[title] => my ailmentz & woez
[time] => 2007-10-02 14:14:40
[hometext] => i feel cured
[bodytext] => beybe, u r da cure 2 all my ailmentz & my woez
letz sell my award-winin pomez & buy a houze w/ a milloin stairz.
letz take terns kikin each other down,
& den letz lie in da centor of da erth holdin handz, meltin, in a pudle of boilin blood.
lotz o pplz say my pomez r no good
but wut doez dey know?
i'm bout 2 blo up da beztseler chartz
cuz i hav a muse dat iz my beybe.
ring round da rosey
poket full of beybes.
ashes ashes
all fall down...da stares.
i luv u beybe <3
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