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[aid] => mick
[title] => She
[time] => 2004-05-15 14:01:34
[hometext] => Last night as I lied in bed reading, this poem came to me. I dont know why for I havent thought of suicide in almost three years. I never wrote about it before. Hope yall think its ok.
[bodytext] => She stands in the bathroom staring at the blood dripping down. She then falls and all that is heard is the thud of her body hitting the ground. Later in the hospital bed she can fully recall why she tempted fate. You see her life was filled with hate. She has been through so much pain and strife. She thought it was best to end her life. God was cruel to her by taking her mother when she was only two. He took her in a car crash just like that, out of the blue. Her father, a business man, never had the time for her. All the memories of times they spent together was so long ago they were only a blur. She hated life and everything about it. She simply did not care, not even a bit. She decided suicide was her only way out. So she put the blade against her wrist and sliced though she had some doubt. Was this really the only way to end this pain? Yes she thought for I have to end it somehow or I will go insane. So there she stands in the bathroom staring at the blood dripping down. She then falls and all that is heard is the thud of her body hitting the ground. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => matts_sweetie_04 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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