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[sid] => 4768
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => ''A Self-Reflected Crime''
[time] => 2002-10-08 15:05:00
[hometext] => think before you act.
[bodytext] => don't ever recall the regression
you have a willful disease I expose your common conception is something that can't exist not curable and not communicable every place we see grows without maturity does it matter? ..that I don't want your disease any time we talk ...you spread it out all we do is state at one another no desire but a temptation to understand what the hell goes on inside our heads I don't like it, never cared much for the destruction You grow without maturity and speak without thought is it how we work that angers you was it your olderselves who upset you was it an education with worthless desire WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF A GUN WAS PLACED IN YOUR MIND DID YOU WANT TO EXECUTE ALL PURPOSE IN LIFE I could never understand that concept A difference between me and you... a life thats half full and completely empty an act of concieted depth with no issue you squeeze my throat just to feel the beating of my heart you did the deed you did the crime you shook the foundation and rattled my spine Why would you ever agree to the hell you pay? was it worth... throwing it all away? Was it something your crowded closet could never hold? I never understood the death... ...inside your head Was it all an illusion... you ended your sole existance before I ever knew it? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 13 [informant] => amos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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