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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Bath
[time] => 2004-09-24 21:05:49
[hometext] => Will anyone miss me?
[bodytext] => Twenty two candles are lit, Dim light plays across my face. I am scared, more than a little bit, To leave this world, ascend to grace. The razor is in my hand, The water is at my neck, Now the water is in my hand And the razor is at my neck. I start to bleed, oh so freely. My life turns the water crimson. If only, if only they could see me, Perhaps they might miss their son. Not much time, I'm feeling faint, I'll soon be just a lifeless shell. I'll die a sinner, because I'm no saint So I guess I'll see you in hell. Now it all just fades to black, So I slip under the bloody waves. This is the final morbid tack, Hammered into my early grave. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 36 [informant] => luna_mica [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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