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[aid] => mick
[title] => (untitled)
[time] => 2004-10-18 19:40:50
[hometext] => this is sad so be prepared
[bodytext] => memories of times before were never so unclear all the pain and all the regret show up in crimson tears the blood stained towel in the bottom drawer the razor tucked away clarefully hidden until something more painful comes her way wounds the no one knows about are hidden by this girl for on the outside she's smiling and hasn't a care in the world but on the inside she's dying ready to take away the pain for she feels there's nothing to lose she thinks there's nothing to gain all the days go flying by one less perfect than the next each hour, minute, second ready to put herself to rest about five minutes of searing pain like a thousand stabbings of a knive is better to her than living this way for the rest of her painful life the day that she ended it all the rain came down so hard this tragedy her family faced was the worst by far their beautiful daughter was actually gone on the day the sun didn't shine she left a note that said, "don't cry, i've only taken what was mine." years later they still think of her and her room remains untouched the pictures will always show the face of the girl they loved so much i bet they will never know why she had to go so fast they try not to think about it try to put it in the past but this future girl could be sitting next to you and you would never know sometimes it amazes me what some people will never show [comments] => 3 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 36 [informant] => jesika [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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