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[aid] => mick
[title] => Time To Die.
[time] => 2004-06-17 11:47:11
[hometext] => The first paragraph in this is the truth about what life is doing to my head. the second about the fact that people are saying they'll help, and the third... is, well, just some thing i wanna do. but thinking about suicide i don't think i will...
[bodytext] => Pounding fear lives inside. And the “hopeless” label eats through my pride. When I build things, in the end they break. And I can’t live this way, coz my brains starting to flake. People are now saying that they’re, “here to help”. But in the end, it just makes me yelp. They said I can call the shots, and start to run my life, And the nurse even said that if it helps me use my knife. He said we’ve gotta work on the problems that make me do it. And if cutting is my comfort, they he thinks I should do it… So now I take my razor in my grasp, And push it through my layers of scard tissue. Slowly but surely, I hit my vein at last. And I leave my body, saying “world I’ll miss you”… [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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