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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'm responsible for my son's death
[time] => 2006-12-01 09:20:50
[hometext] => This is a fictional poem
[bodytext] => I feel nothing but grief and pain every single day.
My wife told me not to buy our son that motorcycle but I bought it anyway.
While he was driving it, he got hit by a car and now he's dead.
How can I go on when I know that I'll do nothing but suffer during the years ahead?
My son was killed when he was only ten.
When he died, I lost my best friend.
I'm in so much pain that I punch the walls and I scream as loud as I can.
My wife hates me so much that she left me for another man.
My son and I always had a special bond.
But life no longer has meaning now that he's gone.
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[informant] => randyjohnson
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