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[sid] => 53987
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => A cut
[time] => 2004-06-28 09:35:05
[hometext] => It's not a poem none of my stuff really is, just thoughts and stuff,and sumtimes i get lucky and it flows
[bodytext] => The blood,silver racking across my skin, no one understaing the feeling it gives me with in, It won't let me go, I dont wan't to let go, I want it so bad, It makes me feel so good, You might think it is sick or wrong, But it's the one thing that keeps me strong, Its like a drug,and im addicted. And i dont ever wanna quit, Iv never had this kinda problem,But it calms me, But not wanting to stop something that hurts me is just not like me, I hate myselfe and everything this has made me, Somehow i love the feeling and i run back for more, Everytime something gose wrong, The razor save's me, I hate it but i love it, Seeing the blood drip to the floor is a rush to me, It send shivers down my spin, It's a feeling noone will understaind , The high is only mine. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 36 [informant] => SkippysAm0r0n123 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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