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[sid] => 67925
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => First Goodbye
[time] => 2004-10-18 12:51:02
[hometext] => The poem really has no name
[bodytext] => It's 3 after 9 And I have nothing to do... The hammers cocked and I'm ready to shoot. For what I did know, I know no more. I'm tired of life I'm about out the door(edited:And I'm out the door) My world's falling apart My escape holes gone. The computer's been hacked, The truth is wrong. My luck's run out, No, life ain't fun. I'll just solve this problem with my new gun. Delve the magic, rid the child. I see him, Angel of Death, This will be wild. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 36 [informant] => DerPinguin44 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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