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[bodytext] => It’s cold and I’m tired. But I can’t close my eyes and sleep. I can hide beneath layers, But my body will still shiver. I know it will end soon, And thats what scares me. I hate this so much, But what am I without it? Tears hit the paper, Followed by a stream of blood. Just a few more lines of poetry, And I’ll escpe the horrid grip. Hold me. Touch me. Save me. But don’t suffocate me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 48 [informant] => xbleedingheart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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