Array ( [sid] => 49948 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => my blessed daddy [time] => 2004-06-01 08:31:36 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Your words are like warm butter
easy to cut
your words are like a knife
stabbing my soul
your words are lies
yours lies are your life
you have made me cry
for the last ***** time
im dead to you like you are dead to me
you aim to please someone else
i don't understand you
dad you ought to die i hate you
dad you ought to leave she hates you as much as i do
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my blessed daddy
Date: Tuesday, 1st June 2004 @ 08:31:36 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: taintedmind
Your words are like warm butter
easy to cut
your words are like a knife
stabbing my soul
your words are lies
yours lies are your life
you have made me cry
for the last ***** time
im dead to you like you are dead to me
you aim to please someone else
i don't understand you
dad you ought to die i hate you
dad you ought to leave she hates you as much as i do


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