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[sid] => 120038
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => End of my life
[time] => 2006-05-14 12:48:27
[hometext] => Life can get tough
[bodytext] => The truth spills in front of my face. That I am nothing but a disgrace. I cut myself just to bleed. Something good - is what I need. The scars on my wrists are a sign. That my body is only mine. No one can hurt me this way. At least I can control this pain. I would rather have my wrists cut apart. Than have him play games with my heart. I am ashamed of what I have done. I am afraid of the person I've become. These razors are a bad way to get through. But for now, they will do. It's a substitute for a greater need. It wasn't my first choice to bleed. It just sort of happened, then again. Now I can't help but like the feelin'. I am trapped in this life of lies. No one even cares when you cry. People say they care for you. Then when you need help they don't pull through. You'll find yourself with a knife. Asking, " Is this how I want to end my life? " [comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 36 [informant] => honesty_strikes_my_pen [notes] => Edited for spelling as requested. - Moderator_16 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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