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[aid] => mick
[title] => Why??
[time] => 2004-05-04 09:07:39
[hometext] => This poem is about the guy that I am dating, we were talking about things in the past, so I made it into a poem
[bodytext] => He sits in the dark wondering what his reason is why he's in this world He cant think of anything So he picks up the blade He slices it down his wrist He sees the blood He feels the pain He cant breath Its getting cold Its getting dark For some reason he wakes He is lost Why did he live What made him survive Months pass, he finds me He found out why he lived that night He told me the reason was me [comments] => 3 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Piper [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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