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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Dreams
[time] => 2005-01-31 17:58:17
[hometext] => This is all true
[bodytext] => What do I see? From when I wake To when I sleep My dreams are filled with DEATH! Not death of just anyone But my death At any place At any time My mind thinks about My death I cannot help it My mind is too strong The graphics are horrendous The voices that are their Will not stop They say kill yourself Kill yourself There I am, all alone, Cleaning my gun For the last time Nice and clean Ready for use Taking a bullet Placing it in the chamber Locked in place Ready to fire Safety off Placing the ¼ inch bare In between the trigger and trigger guard Wrapping my hands around the barrel Placing my lips around the end Hear those voices Kill yourself, kill yourself Your life sucks Nothing to look for Your best friend is dead Can’t get a girl Why waste time For something that won’t happen? Just kill yourself Then all your problems Will end Sitting on the edge Of my bed Placing my feet on the bare Count down To the end Of my life Three Why waste time? Things will not be good for me Two Dark clouds above my house People laughing at me Voices Kill yourself, we’re waiting One Pushing on the bare Bullet shoots out Penetrates Blows out my brains Blood and brains All over the wall That’s what I see From time I wake To time I sleep. By Adam Pomerleau [comments] => 2 [counter] => 285 [topic] => 36 [informant] => deablo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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