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[sid] => 156595
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Blessed Blood
[time] => 2010-01-08 21:18:30
[hometext] => Some friends of mine. Temporary, but very real feelings.
[bodytext] => As I throw a fit, here I sit In your world so full of ****. One day you'll know, one day you'll see: You will feel all you've done to me. My death will be my best revenge- A happy end for my bloodthirsty friends. And now, ladies and gents, let the games begin: I swear I'll laugh when your world falls in. As I drink my blood I start to think: How fitting would it be to drown in that sweet favorite drink? I'm cold now; I no longer feel- Just this gifted knife to my skin, the only thing that's real. I pray for scars, and I love the drink; Just like you, my dears, I think. All I wanted was your love; You knew you were the only ones. So now I bite these cursed cuts, And desperately sip this blessed blood. I fell for your lies, but now no more: The only thing I'll be falling to now is the floor. I believed your lies, they were so worthwhile; Now all I see is a cruel-cut smile. For I know if this weakness of mine you see, You'll suddenly be all about saving me Until the next time you touch--- Goodbye my loves; I'm sorry I wasn't enough. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 72 [informant] => ChaosFactor [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 17 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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