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[aid] => mick
[title] => Nights In New York part one The Goth Princess
[time] => 2004-11-26 09:24:41
[hometext] => this is a work of fiction. one of of my little three part mini stories that you all have come to love comments are welcome and i love you all
[bodytext] => I saw her looking out her window She was crying and looked so beautiful I do no think I have ever seen someone so sad She opened her window came out and stood on the ledge I knew what she was about to do and knew I had to stop her I rushed upstairs into my room it was right next to hers I got out of my window and went to hers She still had not jumped so I pushed her inside While she was on the floor crying I held her So she would not rush out again I calmed her down and then she told me everything Her boyfriend broke up with her and her mother died And she felt completely destroyed Her mother overdosed and her boyfriend could not stand her emotional state She also told me she tried to hang her self and showed me the marks around her neck I pulled down my turtle neck and showed her mine I got them a few weeks ago when I tried to do the same She asked me why I tried to do so and I told her why I could not stand being me any longer I she said she could relate I asked her if she was really going to jump And she said she did not know But was glad that I did what I did Because she really needed someone to talk to I told her that I had been watching her crying at her window for days But had not seen her leave her room to talk to her I told her she must be hungry and then took her out to eat She went out her door and I went out her window back to my place to lock up When I got to my room I noticed someone stole my television set It was broken anyways but still I could have gotten it fixed oh well I really love New York Well I went outside and locked my door Then went next door to hers and knocked She opened it and came outside And I was overwhelmed She looked so beautiful all made up like a Goth princess With her red hair picked up into two small buns And a black velvet & Tartan bodice top and red plad tartan mini skirt and black boots It’s amazing how fast girls get dressed and clean when in a hurry I my self had on a grey turtleneck shirt and black tartan pants She looked very happy and said she was hungry and felt like some sushi I told her I knew the perfect place and we went down stairs holding hands We went to my car and she was amazed I had one not really needing it I told her it’s how I got to New York and for a while was my apartment And might soon be again coz I had lost my job but still had some money left So well we got in and went for a drive in the lovely New York traffic [comments] => 4 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Doriens_Picture [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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