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[sid] => 34390
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Paracetamol Dreams
[time] => 2004-02-09 13:51:24
[hometext] => Yet another morbid poem from a 'naturally morbid person' ... god, I wish my mum would just shut up.
[bodytext] => The silence is getting so loud As the blood drips down my arm And onto the carpet I wonder if there's anything left That I should concern myself with Except fleeing this hell hole The silence beats in my mind I swallow a handful of pills And another Feel the tablets trickle down like Barbed wire I don't know where they'll take me But it can't be as bad as where I've been The silence is getting so loud I pray that the barbed wire fantasies Will stop it [comments] => 1 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 36 [informant] => aboutdesouffle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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