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[sid] => 50633
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Overdosed To Death
[time] => 2004-06-06 10:11:14
[hometext] => humm i usually dont right poetry like this...meh......
[bodytext] => addicted i cant live with out it it helps me breath when my lungs feel like giveing out life isnt worth liveing with out it to make my days feel better each day spent in hell but this helps me ease the pain the pain of liveing in this dying *****ty world easeing the pain of seeing all those afull things that bloom into my mind those words of hate and bitterness pour off my lips sweetening my smile with the darkness that flows i kill with this passion that pulls me out of my skin and into the air kill every happy soul that invaded my life just high on the substance and the coolness of the full moon overhead today i cant escape death ive been carefull enought to not use it all and save some for the next evening of terror but today tonight i messed up they will find my body unconsiouse on the scean of my crime overdosed exhilerated mind escaped from my annihilated body lying on the grass it was my dangerouse habit that i couldnt break the fact that i enjoyed many products created and used in my human nature getting high then prforming my crime the crime of hopping fences into a farmers field and mooing at the cows that harmless act of violence when it not even violence at all but tonight will be my last for my overdose at the cry for help [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 66 [informant] => TwEeK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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