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[sid] => 46698
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Tasted Fear
[time] => 2004-05-08 18:37:26
[hometext] => =X Commenting is appreciated.
[bodytext] => My life is a god-awful living hell. I cannot live this nightmare well. I must escape far away from here. It’s just chaos exploiting my fear. My bracelet straps on my wrist. It covers scars I know exist. I cannot explain my reasons to you. …or justify my awful clues. I hinted to you many times That I’ve cut, with certain cries. Combine my tears, aches, and pain. Hurt my immortal body with little strain. This stains my heart, hurts it so. It makes me think that I’m just low. In this line, I’m always last. Better cut ahead, before I collapse. Border my blood shed with white paper. Let it absorb the red substance, savored. The demon knows my emotional state. He’s shown me of the blood I taste. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 13 [informant] => SilentPwn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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