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[aid] => mick
[title] => One More Time
[time] => 2005-05-11 03:19:44
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[bodytext] => My wrist filled with lines, From all the hardest times. But now they don’t seem to care, They feel that it has grown old. The thing I once called a heart, Has nos turned cold. Now I don’t have the courage, To do that stuff again. Can’t even point a knife at my wrist, Without feeling the pain. It keeps me up late at night, And says that it will be fine. Whispers in my ear, Just one more time. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 39 [informant] => ShanAlii [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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