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[sid] => 71984
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Live Then Die
[time] => 2004-11-17 17:52:42
[hometext] => i was going to start writting something else, but all of the suddeden..Ta-Da! this popped out.
[bodytext] => bring me to this realization, this hell within. words cannot tell how wretched i am passing down the halls you breathe i speak of the devil, and nothing more of murder and sin darkness flows in my veins taunting me to cut and let them flow free to stain the sheets and lifes eyes. watch me as i cut slice my wrists watch me live then watch me die. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 263 [topic] => 36 [informant] => TwEeK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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