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[aid] => Mick
[title] => no title
[time] => 2003-01-26 06:40:00
[hometext] => not sure about a title name, there's a number of possible ones I just can't think of any
[bodytext] => I've always been an extremely quiet child
Since the day that I was born Everyones always had a problem with me Just because I like other things then they do My past has always screamed in my ear "Everyone means to do you harm" I was always smiling through the good and bad And my parents never thought of me as a troubled soul So they can never understand what it was That made me go berserk one day and lose it all I hear my past more clearly now "Everyone means to do you harm" Then one night in this little restaurant I had that gun in my hand about to end it all Then someone cried out, I don't know who it was "Throw down the gun, just don't do anything crazy" Then I heard my past much louder this time "Everyone means to do you harm" At that moment the person approached me Then with a crazy look I shot him through the chest Within fifteen minutes of the shot the police arrived They lured me out promising to not harm me at all Then again my past screamed at me "Everyone means to do you harm" I walked outside with hands held high They were there waiting with rifles in their hands As soon as an inch of me appeared they fired And now I'm laying here on the ground with tear filled eyes Now the present is screaming into my head "No one ever meant to do you harm" [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Stalkee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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