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[sid] => 36773
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => unknown
[time] => 2004-02-29 11:33:14
[hometext] => i dont care
[bodytext] => I wish I was inspired to recant my feelings and desires to touch the passionate fire, its those flames that keep me alive. I dwell upon callous failures cringing at the thought of rapture aching with pain there after that life denied me. That forlorn moon ascends to twilight casting an eerie glow to night life And I wonder if tonight might be a good time to die. And the withered embers choke while I bask in the rotten smoke praying that I will not be provoked to take that noose, and caress my neck. It´s a pathetic sight, really for my life has been too easy but when I take for granted this burdensome gift called existence and I have lost the will of persistence then I will waste your time no more One last breath, I drop to the floor [comments] => 1 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 36 [informant] => sidra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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