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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Black Smoke
[time] => 2003-07-15 02:35:00
[hometext] => This is an oldie, please be kind, I wrote this in sixth grade....
[bodytext] => I'm on the ground, Looking up at the sky When I look above All I think is why Why am I not good enough What do I have to breathe for Can't see the point Or use of living anymore The sky turns dark, The sun's no longer there, I can't breathe Black smoke fills the air I gasp for a breath, And fall to the ground, There is no movement, There is no sound. I rise to the sky, Rushing up fast, And as I look down, My view is vast. I see everything, All that I've left behind, Tears rushed down my face, Thoughts rushed through my mind. I don't want to leave, Don't take me now. I want to go back, I don't know how. I begin to cough, And gasp for a breath, I fall back down, I fall to my death. As I land back, I feel the pains, Rush through my body, Rush through my veins. I hear all the commotion, All around me, I can hear, I can feel, And everything I can see. Then I wake up, It was all just a dream, The candle is lit, Above it a beam. A beam of light, Shining everywhere, And from the lit candle, Black smoke poured in the air. I blew the candle out, The smoke ceased to be, And with a smile, I knew I saved me. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 36 [informant] => TeenageEmoGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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