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[sid] => 16287
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Death
[time] => 2003-04-20 12:05:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Dear Death,
Won't you save me please? Can't you pick me out of this hole? There's nothing I love more Than watching a ribbon widen when it's red. I want to ride in your rusty chevrolet I'll see your big offensive house And sleep in cold stiff prison beds If You'll just let me come to you. Come WITH you. Because sometimes I can feel you Somewhere I can see you So won't you look at me See my face, and all the pain And take me away? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 36 [informant] => TypenLutschen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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