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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pills to Sleep
[time] => 2004-09-04 06:09:15
[hometext] => Think about this one. Corrupted_minds
[bodytext] => Passive dreams of hellish black, Golden shadows lurk in my mind, I'll lock the door, I wont look back, Now rapture I will find, Unblock the suitcase to reveal a knife, A tiny box with a ribbion tied, Still remember how I lost my life, And how for a boy I cried, How love can ruin what it never owned, And to take what was never given, If only I had my heart cloned, Then maybe you'd be forgiven, The shades of burden tied my feet, Lock me in a cage that's cold, Sow my mouth shut so I never eat, And like a sex slave I am sold, My father always raped me, Let alone died for a boy, And what you never see is me, Cos I'm a broken childhood toy, Young ***** and ***** okay, Atleast I can admit, Now nothing like you used to say, Could hurt me one more bit, God, your a ********* *******br /> You never answered my prayer, The thought of you still makes me sick, The thought that you never care, I slit my wrists but felt no pain, So I cleft my throat aswell, And in the night it starts to rain, Cos I'm still stuck in this hell, So I took the pills that were left for safe keep, Then walked to my bed, The little pills but my to sleep, And there I could rest my head. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 36 [informant] => corrupted_minds [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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