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[sid] => 84555
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[aid] => mick
[title] => To Late
[time] => 2005-02-15 18:19:10
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => As I lay here in bed I start to hope that I will die I don't know why but all I can think about is you And I'm getting so mad Your my dream come true and not being able to have you makes me sad I hate it so much that I slit my wrist the blood is a sudden rush and my life is now at risk Now I'm gone and if you only knew maybe I would have held on all I had to say was I love you [comments] => 2 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 36 [informant] => heartbroken4ever [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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