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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE LAST THOUGHTS OF A DYING GIRL
[time] => 2006-10-30 23:15:06
[hometext] => Sometimes you have to make the decision of how you want to die. Not everyone is given the choice but for those who are the gift is both great and terrible.
[bodytext] => I am sick I am dying A feeling of time Short and flying The clock ticking in my ear Not long now I want to live Once more before I die I don’t want to waste away Fading into a stain on the bed sheets Just waiting for my spark to go out I want to feel alive Not like I do Some walking corpse That is why I’m here I would rather leap off this cliff And die flying With the adrenaline pumping through my veins My last feeling The deadly impact Of cleansing water And gritty rock A sharp pain At least I won't be fading My home is in the distance They’re running toward me now But they know they won’t get here in time Time again It’s always about time The grass is springy and soft beneath my feet The wind is cool Refreshing Whipping away the smell of sickness That has not left me in so long It’s cloudy today I suppose that’s fitting I better jump soon I’m getting weaker And they’re getting closer I lean forward Balancing on my toes Time slows Time affects all things I feel the ground leave me The rush Strength I haven’t known in years As if I could stop myself in midair As if I could just fly away And never be dragged down By gravity and illness The waves are frothy beneath me The rocks are reaching toward me So close now I’m finally free Cleansing water and gritty rock Sharp pain Release [comments] => 4 [counter] => 385 [topic] => 36 [informant] => true [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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