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[aid] => Mick
[title] => assisted suicide
[time] => 2003-09-26 17:45:00
[hometext] => in his hour of need, i help my
[bodytext] => i watched him prepare and his smile was all i could see i couldn't remember ever seeing him so childishly happy leaving cryptic messages to those he'd leave behind blatant accusations in places they'd be sure to find he speaks to me out of necessity i am his only friend it kinda made me sad to see him so excited about the end he told me of all the people that he wished that he had killed and i patiently sat through his lament o'er the blood he never spilled and i cried with him when the time grew near even through his excitement he still felt the instinctive fear i told him i was sorry about the way that things had gone he dried his tears, smiled and said, "don't worry, it will all be better by dawn" the sink filled with ice water to dull the sting of the blade almost funny to see how he'd grown to hate the pain that cutting made the time arrived, his face grew pale and we exchanged hollow farewells he was so nervous, but tried to laugh it off with a smiling, "i'll see You in hell" (i hated to see him go so ***** hard to let him go always been there for me even when i didn't want him to be i wish i hadn't hated him for so long maybe if i'd loved him, he would've stayed so hard to let go) through tears, i smile into the mirror at this man that i assist and he just smiles right back at me as i begin to slit his wrists [comments] => 4 [counter] => 394 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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