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[sid] => 111617
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Help Me
[time] => 2005-12-16 21:16:06
[hometext] => Iono About This Poem. You Are Going To Tell Me What You Think.
[bodytext] => I let my life slip through my fingers, I watched it fly out of my reach. Now I can never get it back, Life will never be the same. I am so empty that, If you held my heart up to your ear, You could hear the sound of the ocean. If held it even closer, You could hear some one screaming, "Help Me Before Its To Late." ........... Its like if you cut me now, I am bound to bleed black. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 439 [topic] => 36 [informant] => BloodyTearDrops [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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