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[sid] => 7273
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => NO HiDING
[time] => 2002-11-22 17:20:00
[hometext] => true liberty
[bodytext] => Sitting here in this dirty bed
thinking of my blood so red Fantasizing of my death, so free my blood gushing so gracefully.. To live on, I dont know how Death is beautiful, I can see it now: Lying in the darkness all alone with these open cuts, cut to the bone. The noose hugging my neck so tight as my body dangles from a tree It's wonderful, such a releiving sight Just to think, soon I will be free.. 100 pills flushed down my throat all different kinds, no prescription note. To use a gun, I must be brave just pull the trigger, and myself I save. These cuts in which I confide to get my mind off the pain inside.. And even if I wanted to, I cannot hide from my thoughts, my fantasies of suicide. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 36 [informant] => RavenousDesire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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