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[sid] => 52611
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Do Something
[time] => 2004-06-18 17:31:30
[hometext] => This isn't really about suicide, it's about cutting. I'm not suicidal but I used to cut sometimes.
[bodytext] => You can see these scars You can see these cuts Your lips are quiet Your eyes are blank My bandaged arms are yours to heal I try to catch you staring Comment on my flesh The burning pain still stinging here The begging should be clear The scars keep reemberging The swelling hasn't died I can't help the fact that you think this is a lie I have dreams of you and kinives Blades hidden under beds I'm shaking Shivering Please believe this is real You're always this far away I try to catch your attention I suppose these cuts are just not enough [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 36 [informant] => iluvpencils [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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