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[bodytext] => The words inscribed upon your arm Outside no hurt Inside no harm The blood flows free, mixed with the rain No outside hate Just inside pain Grope for support before you fall Outside your mind Inside them all Don’t fear the worst, its yet to come outside you stay Inside you run Wait for the hit, wait for it now Outside has reached Inside somehow Listen to them tell you lies Outside I smile Inside I cry [comments] => 3 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 65 [informant] => jt [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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