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[aid] => mick
[title] => No tomorrow
[time] => 2004-10-08 20:11:39
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[bodytext] => I wake up in the middle of the night I heard a scream of pain outside I run outside and saw my family lie on the ground covered in blood I look up and saw a man with a knife in his hand I was terrified as I saw this He comes closer and closer to me I try to run away, but his friend held me down I screamed as he came closer But no one came I looked around and saw bloody bodies all around Finally with a quick through my throat, I was dead Was looking forward to morning But now…there is no tomorrow [comments] => 3 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => the_fallen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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