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[aid] => mick
[title] => A girl unknown
[time] => 2005-07-16 02:43:17
[hometext] => Sometimes it's just not your time
[bodytext] => Shes here on this earth not know where to go She stands in the darkness and trys to hide away from life Shes tuck in this trap that she can not brake She cries these burning tears that no one knows She doesnt understand the way life goes or the way the world works She screams for help but no one hears She has no family here there all gone She sees no light She sees no fear even if death is near She finds her self laying on the ground Shes just so lost shes lossing her self Shes falling into drugs and she can not stop She thinks her life is alreadly over and whats the use of holding on She doesnt believe theres a God She thinks if theres a God then there wouldnt be no pain But she doesnt know that it isnt God who is causing pain She is trying to play the game but she has alreadly lost She trys so hard to fit in but she just dont Shes untuckable no one can stop her She gets on her knees and bags for mursy with the gun to her head She says If theres a God he will stop me from doing whats wrong For he will pull the gun away and show me what life holds for me She pull the triger once then twice not a bullit came out She pulled again and still nothing happened She open the gun and seen the bullit should have shot on the first one God works in wierd ways [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 32 [informant] => roxygirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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