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[aid] => mick
[title] => At Last You'll Be Free
[time] => 2004-11-03 09:08:06
[hometext] => This one is not about me.
[bodytext] => At last You'll Be Free We know a boy who got picked on everyday all the jocks and prep kept telling him he was gay his mom always yelled his dad had died every night he fell alsleep while he cried he got made fun of for wearing dirty clothes and for all the pimples that were on his nose he was fed up with it he felt alone so he quickly made his way home he ran into his house but nobody was there it came to the poor boy that nobody cared he ran upstairs time went by so fast as he took all the pills and drank from his glass Then time slowed down as the pills took their effect all he could do was lie on his back and it was there he thought at last i'll be free all those kids will quit making fun of me he closed his eyes and started to die as his life flashed before his eyes he saw his mom dying all alone on the bed right in his home this image scared the boy it made him want to cry it made him think he was ready to die he tried to stand up but fell back on the floor for he couldn't use he legs anymore he struggled and tried to cry and save himself he couldn't reach the phone that was up on the shelf then suddenly the room became dark and cold a feeling for him that was way to old and then he cried at last I'll be free all those kids will quit making fun of me. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 227 [topic] => 36 [informant] => dalamar [notes] => (Edited for spelling by Mod_11) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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