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[bodytext] => Enough Why should they care, There’s nothing left of me. I gave them all a scare, I’m dead cant they see. What can I do, I’m not to blame. If only they knew, Of all my pain. I can’t take anymore, I’ve had enough. The pain I can’t ignore, This is no bluff. The cuts on my arm, It had eased my life. But I still wasn’t calm, As I took the knife. I had nothing to say, It was now the end. This would be the day, An angel he would send. My death wouldn’t go far, No one would care. My heart had a scar, Why would they dare. By Fred Smith [comments] => 5 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 36 [informant] => fredsmith [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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