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[aid] => mick
[title] => to render my attempts justified
[time] => 2005-11-07 13:33:37
[hometext] => ~the conclusion of my last two weeks~weepingprophet
[bodytext] => the cruel intensity your flaming expectation guiltlessly i wrap the blade in my own flesh not first but eternal a thought of pressing deeper drowning purposely a single image cannot muster enough hope enough shallow tranquility to render my attempts brittle this slice and empty satisfaction is vibrant with laughter torrid with familiarity and calloused with agony for the past two weeks time's consumed in consolation of a fate far more simple than college a dead end job the beginning of what i am seeping into the sleeve of my shirt soft and bursting with relief helpless your face isn't the placid confinement of truth anymore you were never meant to reach your unscarred arm into the flames burn sacraficially for me no one was nor is there is a fate far more simple than love, or hurt it's cruel intensity the flaming expectation no longer of you and greivously i wrap the blade in my own flesh neither first nor eternal a thought concludes in me pressing deeper falter hesitate stop not a single image can muster enough sorrow enough shallow anger to render my attempts justified neither you nor anybody else can save me the beginning of what i am seeping into the sleeve of my shirt soft and bursting with relief helpless i must save myself [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 36 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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