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[aid] => mick
[title] => the girl who didnt ask for help
[time] => 2011-07-10 00:32:40
[hometext] => suicide is never the answer
[bodytext] => the world that she lived in, was thoughtlessness and self. she never asked forgiveness, nor did she ask for help. she sits inside her room, drowning in her tears. through all the pain she felt, theres nothing that she fears. she starts to think of life, theres nothing that she'll miss. she starts to think of people, and then she clinched her fist. she starts to write a note, to her dad and mom. she turnes on her stereo, to play her favorite song. she grabs that friendly blade, slides it down her wrist. she watches that red liquid, flow right down her fist. she starts to close her eyes, this is taking way to long. she starts to think of people that remind her of that song. she now regrets the blade, as tears run down her face. she wants to take it back, but she knows that its to late. she starts to breath heavy, panic now sets in. she thought she would see death, and greet him as a friend. but now she is real scared, in a childs state. as she starts to close her eyes, her mom walks in the gate. her mom walks in the room, just a couple minutes late. her mom screams in terror, as she sees her childs fate. pain in love, is all that her mom felt. wondering why her daughter, just didnt ask for help [comments] => 4 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 36 [informant] => poeticsnowman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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