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[title] => Seven day waiting period
[time] => 2007-02-21 22:31:16
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[bodytext] => I went to the store today to buy A way I can escape Then the man told me Seven days is what it takes So I gave him all my info My life story, tho it sucks He said just seven days Granted with good luck… So I bought the box of shells And went home to count the days I etched your name on one of them… And silently I prayed… Day one took forever Waiting all the while But when I thought of the end I cracked a little smile Then day two rolled along And I ran home to cross it out On the calendar I made… Five more days there’ll be no doubt… When day three finally ended I sat at home and had a drink Finally it’s coming… Getting closer to the brink! Day four seemed to drag on Waiting for the joy Thinking three more days Then I’ll get my toy… Day five came and went With nothing much to say Like the rest of my life It was just another day… Day six got me excited I’ve only got one more “’Til I say **** you all I’ll take your **** no more” Day seven wouldn’t ever end It seemed to take forever Thinking of my ties to you And this world I’ll finally sever… When finally I picked it up The package made me proud Now you can’t control me You’re no longer aloud… I skipped home so happily the first time in many years smiling and crying laughing shedding tears... I took the shell that has your name Etched into the case I loaded it into the chamber And thought about your face… I laughed a little chuckle Thinking of the past And all the ******** lies The way that nothing lasts… I finally found the strength A way to break the chains To stop this beating heart And the life that it sustains I simply say goodbye to you And give a simple squeeze As the round passed through my head I heard the faintest breeze… Fading fast and withering This life comes to a close This is how it ends Thats all there is I suppose... And as I die and slip away I'm feeling so free spirited So much for your ******** And your seven day waiting period… [comments] => 5 [counter] => 417 [topic] => 36 [informant] => holderofthestone [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 12 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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