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[sid] => 12771
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Roulette (Fates Games)
[time] => 2003-02-16 18:00:00
[hometext] => Isn't it funny how life plays it's little games?
I will allow all who read this to come up with what they believe it to be. Enjoy. [bodytext] => (Roulette "Fates Games") playing roulette all alone feeling the welts of the stones you martyred in my life having a revalation of the mind i have opened my eyes and realized life is nothing but a dream giving you a way to scream closing yourself off from everyone granting you time to yourself time to see you are alone that no one is there no one has been not even from the beginning this is the end darkness shrouds you playing roulette all alone feeling the welts of the stones you martyred in my life i can't feel safe as i shut the shades left a message but it is to no use time for the dreams to end as the moon turns red and the guillotine swings over head something begins to crawl in my skin burrowing deeper with each heavy breath the phone begins to ring as my friends walk in and begin to scream a voice comes over the machine the sound of a woman, the sound of tears and all the words i had yearned to hear as i grab the phone i begin to say isn't it funny how fate plays lifes little games? five seconds earlier i lost my game I Love You are the last words i was allowed to say [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 13 [informant] => exiled [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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