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[sid] => 4528
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Weakness
[time] => 2002-10-02 07:50:00
[hometext] => not that i do this anymore of course...but maybe reading this will help someone else out who walks now where i walked then
[bodytext] => scared brown eyes so sick of life
trembling hands pick up the knife seeing my face makes me ill let me pop another pill they all want for me to tell about the problems on which i dwell but instead i let these problems eat at bitter soul and heart that beats i never thought i'd have to hide from thoughts and dreams of suicide the knife it cuts against my will the knife it cuts with saddening skill and all i needed to save my life was the ability to reason... ...to leave the knife [comments] => 2 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Blue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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