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[sid] => 61874
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Wasted
[time] => 2004-08-30 05:17:46
[hometext] => When it feels like there's nothing else left even though it's stupid...
[bodytext] => As I swallow these pills my stomach churns in pain I drink this liquid to drown it again As I smoke to my head I hope the clouds clear I feel the doors closing and the voices of shame in my ears The itch below my wrist can only be scratched with a blade An odd union of skin and metal joined by pain, blood, then pain Just build my coffin and dig my grave there's nothing left of me that's worth being saved [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 36 [informant] => AnastasiaN [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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