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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sick
[time] => 2005-02-25 14:34:23
[hometext] => just something short
[bodytext] => Depressive, The world is cruel. Fate is bitter, And there's no place for me anymore. My thoughts often lead to... "Why live when I feel like dying?" My illness is sorrow. Suicidally Depressed, I, longing to kill myself, Slit my wrist. Not for fun, like all the other times, But because I want the world to see my pain. I can forgive, But I cant forget. And I want you to know, You've lost my respect. You asked "Whats wrong?" And I said "Nothing!" Then I turned around and under my breath, I whispered "Everything" [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 13 [informant] => greg_skellington [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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