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[time] => 2006-10-27 06:13:17
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[bodytext] => I’m going to spoon feed you your pride How does it taste? Do you remember when you had teeth? I fed them to you years ago Where have all your friends gone? Couldn’t look at you anymore All they saw was my face looking out from behind your eyes When you had a voice you would not say my name Then I ripped out your vocal chords and fed them to the dogs That was six months ago and they haven’t eaten since You used to write checks with your hand Now I write suicide notes with your hand We sold your house We killed a man and got caught Now you and I sit in this cell together And all you can do is listen to me Let me refresh your memory I am your addiction You let me win Game over Are you proud now? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 66 [informant] => Recovery_poet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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