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[sid] => 60791
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Now my bloods let run
[time] => 2004-08-20 07:14:03
[hometext] => This is about a feeling...a moment in time... a man. corrupted_minds
[bodytext] => Frozen hands dried with blood, Tarnished face from the bloody mud, Forsaken was this lonely soul, Living this life has taken it's toll, Blurred vision from the night before, I wasn't alone, but noone saw, Sketchy memories of a lonely man, He came to me with only one plan, He raped me and left me for dead, Just to wake up with a pain in my head, Never did this before, never do it again, This man I knew, I called him my friend, Must of drunk to much, Can't live like this, Got to end this life, Got to get to bliss, I knew that man, he lost my trust, Never wanted to see him again but I knew I must, When I saw his face my mind was tainted, And in my heart a pictures painted, Colours used are black and blue, You could cut it out and see it's true, Can't take back what his done to me, It hurts inside but noone can see, Wont let them know, I'll keep on the mask, Memories stay, they'll always last, In calming dreams I quietly die, This nightmare life just makes me cry, Hot wax it burns, flesh I smell burn, This is the only way to let me learn, I'll pick up the knife, the blood smells nice, I cut it once, I'll cut it twice, Pleasure fills my haunted mind, Pain's of a different kind, I feel I'm empty just like before, I see the light, I feel my core, Now my bloods let run, It was finally done... [comments] => 5 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 36 [informant] => corrupted_minds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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