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[aid] => Mick
[title] => confusion
[time] => 2003-08-14 09:25:00
[hometext] => it explains itself. i refuse to spoon feed you a summary of my work. read it or move on. stop wasting my time.
[bodytext] => this is not where i'm supposed to be can't remember who i'm supposed to be i close my eyes, and i can feel it all fade freezing in the shadow of the razor blade helping hands and middle fingers bowed heads and broken knees happiness, shallow and temporary the agony of their hell, promised for eternity confusion, i can't escape it the extremes bleed together the only true color left in this world is the red when the vein is severed this is not where i'm supposed to be can't remember who i was told to be i close my eyes, and i can feel it all fade freezing in the shadow of the razor blade shoulders to cry on, knees in the face loved forever, or until replaced welcomed in victory, loved by all i meet suddenly alone, outcast in defeat eccentric, insane shaky boundaries at best acceptance relies on the size of a breast feared or adored the masses decide if my voice will be heard or i'll be crucified confusion, i can't escape it the extremes bleed together the only true color left in this world is the red when the vein is severed this is not where i want to be don't care who i was told to be i close my eyes, and pray that it will fade warming up to the touch, of my cold razor blade [comments] => 5 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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