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[aid] => mick
[title] => Murder
[time] => 2005-05-13 20:43:46
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[bodytext] => blood soaks the sheets of my bed, and my tongue slides out of my head, and you laugh because, hahah, i'm dead. and you know you caused it, but you won't admit that, because you are happy, and you are a fool. The rusty knife that you placed by my neck and you cracked up at the sight because you ended my life, and seeing me suffer for you, has caused so much joy. Your pretending to care and when kisses we'd share they all meant nothing. Now I'm dead, and isn't that just hilarious? We're all so glad, that you always made me sad, because I deserve this pain, or at least you say so. I believe you, because I love you, my sweet, sweet, blood-ridden, hateful and beautiful killer. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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