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[sid] => 84710
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => crimson promise
[time] => 2005-02-17 06:21:48
[hometext] => living life with restrictions
[bodytext] => the words no longer flowing. i take it out on my arms, my legs, my flesh. and an explosion of red seeps through my skin. i need this release of words to keep living. but nothing will come with this tiny white pill. it's not okay anymore and i think i might die... the little orange bottle of agony waits at my bedside. a strip of tape across my mouth. they force it in my body and now the tears won't come. so i cut my skin and let everything flow. it's better that way. i promise. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 13 [informant] => bruised_hands08 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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