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[sid] => 63668
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pushed me over the edge!
[time] => 2004-09-14 01:31:17
[hometext] => please feel free too coment, i would like some help with my writtin.. :) thanx!
[bodytext] => My hearts broken and crushed, there’s no feeling, My wounds won’t heal; you’ve done your best, You stole my heart and soul, my self confidence, You took me, and broke my spirit, you’re obsessed! I’m running away, I can’t take it any more, Let me travel to other dimensions, Where you can’t stalk me day and night, I will disappear to where worlds darken! A place where I’m happy, and pleased, If that would ever exist, I think not, no, Discredit me, demolish my brain, twist it, Devastate my feelings, drive me to sorrow! Shove me, taunt me, tease me, you’re pushing me closer, You’re digging my grave deeper and deeper, Just go and leave me alone, rip my heart apart, You can almost see the crimson stain, as I grow weaker! Look at me, look at what you’ve done this is your fault, Watch me fall, watch me bleed, watch me leave this world, Deteriorating into the earth from hence I came, it’s my time, Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted, me gone and worthless! A little late to be sorry now, because the damage is done, My heart doesn’t exist; you backstabbed me to many times, My last breath will soon come, and from your life I will fly, Remember and regret what you did, remember our pastimes! [comments] => 4 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 36 [informant] => bite_me [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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