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[aid] => mick
[title] => I'm Dying
[time] => 2004-10-13 18:37:43
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[bodytext] => I am diseased. Simply a bacteria growing on the hearts of all of my friends. I'm begging you please.... Just leave me alone because I want this nightmare to end. Don't even tell me you care. Stop *-----* trying to hurt me..i'm already bleeding. Your aiming at my heart, but it's not there. It used to be your smile, but the scars are all I'm needing. Come on, come closer...I'll pour salt into your wounds. Hurting others is all I'm good at anymore. These gentle hands are dishonesty, my smile is in ruins. Don't try to make me laugh, I'm not who I was before. These eyes used to shed tears, missing her best friend. She *----- on our memories and walked away. I'm now realizing i'm coming closer to the end. I wish I had the strength to get down on my knees and pray... The spiteful penguin created a bubble for me... i am surrounded by lies and hate. Pain is found in those beautiful eyes of sea. If only he wasn't a card in my hand of fate. The love you say you feel isn't true, can you not see that or are you blind? I'm tired of the things you do. My pain isn't yours..its mine. Eyes are windows to the soul, mine are just good for catching prey. I used to get hurt but i've reversed the role. I'll kill you if I may. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 13 [informant] => jessadawn [notes] => Moderator 9 Bleep words 10/13/04 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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