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[aid] => mick
[title] => Out Of It.
[time] => 2004-07-03 06:49:56
[hometext] => A week today,i went up on a multi-story car park roof.every part of this is true,but the bit about me jumping is how i would most proberly have done it if i had jumped.i even went as far as sitting on the edge.but the i came down, shotly after i was found
[bodytext] => I’m out of my mind, My soul, My thoughts have been left behind. I’ll never be whole! I stand on the ground, But the noise thuds around. I can’t block it out, The screams, The shouts. My head drifts, Out of this world. I feel my self break. I start to uncurl. So I run quick as I can, Through the busy, noisy street. My heart thudding quick, My shoes, slap on the concrete! I rush up the stairs, Whispers echoes through the air. My breathing expands. Until I can barely stand. I reach the top. I stumble, I flop, Adrenalin rushes, though out my soul. Fear crushes, my pain gets old. I push myself up, And run through the doors, I’m witnessed by a camera. My feet don’t touch the floor. I rush along, To the car park roof. Nothing will hold me back, My mind is black. I sit, my legs hanging, I pier over the dirty edge. I cry, my head banging, As I look below at the road and thorned hedge. Then some one shouts, From behind my head. “Come on love, get away from that edge!” I don’t even turn round. I just let go… Plummet to the ground. I scream the last echoes. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deathdrop [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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