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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Art
[time] => 2004-11-12 18:43:21
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[bodytext] => My Art As I draw these crude pictures on my skin, I remember what things were like. When I was happy, and when I knew how to smile. As my canvas splits,I see your face..and how it saved me so many times before, but not now. As my crimson red paint spills, I think of how I have no complete reason to end this, I just can't do this anymore. As I shudder with the release of everything I've held inside, I laugh. For the first time in years, I laugh, because I'm finally free. As I slowly slip into my painted dreamland, I am thankful for my art. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 36 [informant] => ladymaki [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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