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[sid] => 55097
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => WASHED UP
[time] => 2004-07-07 00:35:18
[hometext] => not a real suicide letter just a poem
[bodytext] => WASHED UP My mind is all washed up. I can't think, and I can't write. Every time I go out, I end up in a fight. Depression took over, and hatred and anger too. I tried too fight them off, But there was nothing I could do. Now I sit at home all alone, counting down the time. I now beleave when I was born, it was truelly a crime. counting down the minutes, until I say goodbye. with one bullet in my gun, I will surely die. Not a real suicide letter T.West [comments] => 1 [counter] => 208 [topic] => 36 [informant] => twesten [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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