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[aid] => mick
[title] => TROUBLED TEENAGER
[time] => 2004-04-28 00:19:12
[hometext] => Written: 1/14/89
[bodytext] =>   Walking streets day and night Just trying to find myself. No one approves of my friends nor the life they lead. Caught in this world not even knowing how to exist. Mom, Dad doesn't know how to cope so how can they help? Confussion, confussion so why try? How can life come to this? So could be your thoughts but someone cares, can see your hurt. by Emy Star Copyright © Emy Star [comments] => 9 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 43 [informant] => emystar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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