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[title] => The Spoiled Actress
[time] => 2007-12-24 08:34:37
[hometext] => Props to YPDC for blocking out my cursing, I can now be lazy and not edit
[bodytext] => Bet you use to comb your hair in a two piece mirror Bet you use to show up late and no one cared Well those days are long gone, long gone There’s no more of your fun, your fun I knew you, you were always around Waiting for someone to notice I remember last year when We were all trying to disappear And they caught us, lifting up our mouths Well smiles are denials Wrapped in hanging frowns I lost my destruction and now I’m bound By endless deductions, money rolled ones I use to be handsome now I have fun And I bet you use to be a ballerina And your mom brought a ***** camcorder I bet your brother bought walnut M&M’s in the hallway Just to chew it down yeah, I knew you, red lined eyes and baby blues You were the one fixing the cue cards With commas and grammar, we all couldn’t’ stand there Well those days are long gone, long gone There’s no more of your fun, your fun Stop trying to be Start trying not to be Here comes a monologue, Introduction sentence, pausing thoughts Who what where’s and blah de blahs Here comes my line in and out “I thought I came to conquer but I figured it out” Yeah I bet you use to comb your hair in a two piece mirror Bet you use to show up late and no one cared [comments] => 1 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 64 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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