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[aid] => mick
[title] => click clack
[time] => 2008-02-05 23:59:31
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[bodytext] => I blowed it in the air and watched it move around Watched its dance and then set down on the ground I feel hunger and thought should I go to town voices said me to just stay home I looked the phone numbers so I could call Jerome I would ask him to bring some food and I could pay my loan I looked down to the street and wondered the lifes beauty went to the balcony to fill my duty life is overrated so I hope someone shoots me I put one bullet in the clip And after the doorbell ring Jerome hear quiet gunshots I had loaded a gun and then shot myself with a gat I fell on deaths loving arms and never came back And all this just because I was high on crack [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Dexta [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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