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[aid] => mick
[title] => THE END
[time] => 2004-05-13 23:57:08
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[bodytext] => The End There are sounds so unfamiliar to me.I hear them coming from inside my walls.painful screams of agony what could it be.The wooden floor outside my door is creeking evermore.To scared to move, what should I do,It's now in my hall.Could this be a spirit?Good or evil I dont know.Or is it just the wind?Through my window's it could blow. The sound is getting closer now,Trembling this I am.Moaning cries of darkness theres shadows on my wall.My room is getting cold now,My own breath I do see.An impailed frigid darkened face Is stareing right at me.A shearing pain flows through my veins, and up and down my spine. The reaper here,has appeared, and now I know I'm dying. T.West [comments] => 2 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 68 [informant] => twesten [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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