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[aid] => Mick
[title] => At the Bottom
[time] => 2003-03-23 21:45:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Would you call me weak
To ask you for the help I seek Do you mock my pleas As I'm crying on my knees Don't just stand there staring With those dark eyes, never caring I'm begging you for your aid Yet no answer comes from your form as you fade I could chase you, but I could never catch a shade All the things you said Begin racing through my head The sneer on your face at the tears I shed At the center of my problems you placed me So confusing, not knowing up or down My mind so mixed up, I can no longer see I think I've lost my mind People treat me like I'm not their kind Like they're pure and holy, like I'm destitue and blind Funny how it took me so long to realize You're just like them Don't come to me when you have troubles I'll be gone, buried in my sea of bliss Watching my last air bubbles float away from me The pills will be the rope to bind me The knife will be the anchor to hold me there As far as you and your world go I no longer feel the need to care [comments] => 2 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 36 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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