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[sid] => 3491
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Morbid
[time] => 2002-09-07 13:03:33
[hometext] => My dark poem is how people see me as ugly
Bakstabbing at me were friends that wernt tru But still i didnt cry An a** broke up wit me cuz i wernt bigger"" [bodytext] => open my eyes and look at my soul Its me that ugly ghoul U look at me in desgust My blood has turned to rust Hateful lies and angry words Burn through me like im nothing! Well ***** you too then ***** This happy ***** is my role So what if i aint got a big bust Now u know why i never trust Ahh murder the birds ***** it! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 13 [informant] => KerLimKa [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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