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[aid] => mick
[title] => insane
[time] => 2005-03-26 14:20:39
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[bodytext] => i smile as i begin to think, of the wonderous things,i could drive into my flesh screwdrivers, knives, needles, bottle openers,yes,i could twist it into my vein, and watch as the blood squirts out as i smile insanily at the thought of death i swallow the dusty tablets and laugh as i know,they will eat my organsup by tomorrow 12 or more should do it my smile widens i can smile to my ears as i cut my smile myself i sliced open my cheek with a scalpal,to widen my smile the nerves got severed though and the plastic surgeon had to use one out of my leg i wish i was awake to watch as they cut me open and fixed me i was hoping i could watch the blood so i asked for them to film it strangly they said no, but oh well the joy of thinking about it makes my eyes alight the blood and the knife twisting in my leg ah:) such a relief is the thought of death if only i could kill myself and come back for more i dont want to die i want to be alive so i can die again in little ways like snipping your fingers, right down to the bone but you cant live forever so why not die today take a knife and drive it threw your eye like i did:) the doctors love me i vist them regulary so take your life one by one and go to hell INSANE AM I?! YOU THINK WELL WELL WELL I DONT CARE I HARM MYSELF SO YOU DONT HAVE TO HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!:):):) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 510 [topic] => 59 [informant] => Hannah_Heaven [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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