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[sid] => 97455
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Love2
[time] => 2005-06-09 17:50:33
[hometext] => It's all gone, isn't it?
[bodytext] => everything you do just cures the symptom, not the disease. The disease you caused, exploits my heart, the spoils of misplaced trust. Pay no atenttion to what i'm saying, only what i'm doing. Pay no attention to what you're doing, only what you're saying. Break it all open: This is what you've done to me. I thought we were in love I thought that I was special. It's funny, it's sick, it's everything you are, and everything you'll be, until I die of the disease. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 22 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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