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[aid] => mick
[title] => personal apocalypse
[time] => 2003-12-02 00:36:04
[hometext] => a vague retelling of the day i snapped, reflecting on the one deed that will always follow me
[bodytext] => they said i was crazy but i was just tired tired of hearing them talk ***** over trivial things tired of feeling their stares when i didn't dress like them or act like them or believe like them tired of feeling alone outnumbered by two every side bore enemies they said that i was on drugs which was partially true i'd taken alot of pills but pills couldn't have bred the degree of hostility that i displayed the pills just helped me to open the door to let my Ugly out to show them what a real monster was they said i "held up the school" which was a pretty lofty description of my meager antics i just ran down the halls screaming obscenities and waving my knives threatening to kill anyone who came near me but, i didn't hurt anyone except the one person who was on my side within a few hours it was all over town i'd killed several people raped three dogs and a parrot and then slit my own throat spraying blood on everyone i probably had AIDS all i really did was scream and cry and wave my knives the chief of police was going to shoot me by that time, my only weapon was a box razor he said he had to keep me from hurting myself i guess he intended for the bullet to feel good when i came back everyone treated me differently don't wanna ***** off the psycho constant rumors, but they always made me laugh i was supposed to kill everyone at graduation the same rumor circulated at prom time you screw up once, and no one forgets no one saw it for what it was they saw it as a cry for help a cry for attention or just some crazy devil worshipper sent to terrorize the holy but, no one saw it as a giant sign that read: "LEAVE ME ALONE'' no one six years later, few have forgotten and, though less frequently, rumors still come around it makes me sick to think of how this will effect my son when he enters school and now as i look back on everything that happened and all the problems it caused i want to go back and change it all i want to go back and do it all over i want to go back and stab every person i saw [comments] => 2 [counter] => 254 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Cancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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