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[sid] => 21222
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => What?
[time] => 2003-07-30 00:35:00
[hometext] => A little thing I put together about a friend's suicide, several years afterwards.
[bodytext] => What were you doing the day your world fell apart I was dreaming, at least, I thought I was What did you wish for as you questioned existence Or did you bother to care at all? I was asking for absolution I thought it'd be simple - I guess maybe not I was the object of unfounded anger Like a saint to kill solace cuz who wants to be calm? What were you thinking when you lifted the dagger To lay it to rest inside your wounded heart Were you thinking you'd make the whole deal that much better By freeing us all from your hard kind of art? What was the reason you wrote in your soul And kindly forgot to scrawl on the wall Would the reminder of faith lost be so much harsher Than the absence of any kind of something at all? What were you doing the day your world fell apart Were you thinking of hate or were you thinking at all Were you thinking of who had torn you asunder Or were you wondering where you were going to go Maybe I just want to understand I swear, I'll try, I won't hold it against you What were you thinking when you saw the angels Were you thinking you saw me... Or your salvation from me? © 2003 Chrystine Stylle [comments] => 3 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 36 [informant] => stylle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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