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[sid] => 59974
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Freedom from Life
[time] => 2004-08-13 04:30:10
[hometext] => I wrote this poem at a time when i was depressed. The poem is about waiting for death.
[bodytext] => Wednesday Two days left What a boring life says I You get up to a sound you truelly hate you feed a mouth with no hunger for food, but a hunger for death. You go to a Hell Where no one knows you You go back to the place you resent a sleep seven hours of the day away Dinner consists of Lortab and water They are my lullaby They help me get to the next day where I will do it all over to the sound of one more day Till my freedom. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 36 [informant] => dartsofplsre87 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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