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[sid] => 87784
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => SUICIDE
[time] => 2005-03-17 15:30:09
[hometext] => THIS HAPPEND DURING MY DOWN TIME , ENOUGH SAID , PLEASE COMMENT AFTERWORDS.
[bodytext] => I CONTEMPLATE SUICIDE , DO YOU SEE IT IN MY EYES I'M GONNA TELL YOU SOME SECRETS AND NO THERE ARENT ANY LIES IMAGINE SIX BULLETS FLYING YOUR WAY AND ALL OF THEM HITTING THE ONE YOU LOVE WOULD YOU STILL BELIEVE IN GOD AND THE SPIRIT THAT FLYS IN THE FORM OF A DOVE THAT NIGHT I PUT A KINFE TO MY THROAT AND WHATS SAD IS THAT I WOKE UP THE NEXT DAY WITHOUT A CHANCE FOR HOPE BEING A GANGSTER ISNT ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS MOST OF US DONT MAKE IT TO FULLFILL WHAT WE LIKE TO CALL OUR UNWANTED DREAMS DEATH HAS BEEN AROUND ME TOO MUCH SO I WELCOMED HIM INTO MY HOME I USE TO POP PILLS IN FRONT OF HIM WHEN I WAS ALL ALONE MY HEART WOULD BEAT FAST AND I WOULD PRAY THAT IT WOULD JUST EXPLODE SO I'D PUT MY HANDS AROUND MY THROAT AND SQUEEZE UNTIL MY AIR COULD NO LONGER HOLD SHOOT OUTS WITH MY ENEMIES IT WAS ALWAYS AN EYE FOR AN EYE BUT IT WAS LIKE I WAS BULLET PROOF CAUSE ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS DIE I USE TO DRINK SO MUCH I COULDNT EVEN RECONIZE MY OWN FACE I FELT SO LOST WITHOUT MY FALLEN SOILDERS I'D DO ANTHING TO TAKE THERE PLACE I GUESS DEATH WANTED NO PART OF ME AT LEAST THATS WHAT I FIGURED CAUSE WHEN I HELD THE GLOCK TO MY HEAD THERE WAS NO BULLET WHEN I PULLED THE TRIGGER [comments] => 5 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 36 [informant] => THUGGIN4REAL [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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