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[aid] => mick
[title] => Today Is the Greatest
[time] => 2006-05-08 21:44:47
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[bodytext] => I woke up thinking "life's not so bad," (That's so hilariously wrong it's sad.) I scratched off my wrists and opened some scars, Like a package of happiness, love, and stars. Shoot, there's my boss, I've got to hide, my wrist under desks, me faking im alive. I want to always be at work and not come home, The only reason I do is so my lover's not alone. Without him there'd be nothing to live for, Cuz here I am pounding and banging on Death's door. Pleading and begging but he will not answer, Where do I get comfort to rid of this cancer? [comments] => 0 [counter] => 289 [topic] => 72 [informant] => assassinatorgirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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