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[title] => Why
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[bodytext] => You live i cut i die you ask why theres no understanding you cant comprehend my life is just a struggle i have to put it to an end my death is in my grasp just a couple cuts by a knife will make it end real fast picking up the knife grabbing it very tight things will be ok after this bloody night my life is ending right before my eyes im starting to feel happy knowing im about to die right before i close my eyes i begin to see the truth why do we live our lifes that we live to day always seem like a lie why do we always contemplate wether to live live or die [comments] => 4 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 36 [informant] => alwys2nv [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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