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[aid] => mick
[title] => Death Wish
[time] => 2005-01-23 22:10:39
[hometext] => This poem discribes how i feel about a certain someone
[bodytext] => It is the middle of the night Here I stand with delight Holding a knife above your bed Knowing what you said Knowing that you would not get a chance to scream Also knowing this is not a dream You hurt me bad You thought I was just a fad That I was something you could throw away Guess what, not today buddy. Not today I will not be treated this way You have no say In my life As I slowly lower my knife, You look up at me Can’t you see? After what you said You deserve to be dead [comments] => 5 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Sassy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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