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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Davey
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[bodytext] => Everything you've ever done,
Has never meant a thing. It's all so pointless now, And I congradulate you. You look me straight in the eye, And say the words I've wanted, Needed, almost died to hear. You bend over backwords, And I always wonder why. Why not say what you mean, Instead of pretty little lies. Truthes may hurt me, But the lies, They hurt you more. Try saying the things you truly mean, And the outcome will be so much more [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 16 [informant] => HumGirl18 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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