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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Third Time (My Trip To PC)
[time] => 2004-09-06 21:30:22
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[bodytext] => It's the last night of your memory Tainted yet you remain so unscathed I wish for the life of me I could reach out to you But you've drown yourself in deceit and hate It's not that I value your truth But I somehow fit in with your lies I wish for the life of you that you'd reach me But it's too late for that and the tears dry your eyes I still hold your photograph And I wish I could tattoo it on my heart But no matter what you do or where you go You will never tear your photograph apart You seemed to up and forget me We both know that could never be true I wish for the life of me you could admit sorrow But then again, it's a whole new you So tear me apart with all your pages As I toss away the evil memories you seemed to have bind I'm tossed and in between the grinder But I'm happy that you could have been so kind For a moment without you is just more than I can bear But wait a moment and try not to forget It's more than a surrender It's the fact that you love to regret So take notice of all the emptiness That you filled into my head For when you left me unwanted I left my world for dead But the space that consumed you I seemed to bring you back all the way to this world For high and soaring were you You silly, forgetful girl Remember when I told you That fact will never remain unsaid Remember when I told you You will never escape a thought in this sorrowful head [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Exodus-On-Life [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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