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[sid] => 126005
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Money
[time] => 2006-09-20 18:10:53
[hometext] => Let me know what you think
[bodytext] => The best time in my life was when it was free. Live life no worries, with no care about money. As I got older it all began to change. There is no more fun and no longer am I sane. They want me to wake up and work it all away. The same routine and the never-ending days. So what if I were to do just that? Work myself up and let my head grow fat. Happiness is so hard to find, and getting yelled at is not how I find mine. We all know we'll be dead in a matter of years, so please don't waste your time and reserve your tears. If you can't find a job that you love, just give up be happy and wait to float up above. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 43 [informant] => nirvana12 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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