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[aid] => mick
[title] => Watching myself dead
[time] => 2005-03-22 17:53:13
[hometext] => This was just a dream I had of me dieing and I decided to write on it so I'm not sure what that means...Please Comment
[bodytext] => As I look below me I see my lifeless flesh I lay on the concrete And my body is dead I can do nothing now But stare and cry Why was I chosen To be the one to die I’m so sorry mama For I didn’t make u proud I never once listened And I hung with the rough crowd Now I know why Daddy was protective But my eyes were blinded I couldn’t see his perspective I don’t know how I got here How I made it to God I wish I was on earth But the bullet I couldn’t dodge No one called 911 Everyone jus ran My heart stopped And I fell from my stance I wanted to live the street life And feel like I was tough I guess my families love Just wasn’t enough But now I realize I really wasn’t smart If I could go back I’d clean up and restart My friends showed me love And the told me they cared But why when I died No one was there My soul is set free I am nothing now I’ve closed the curtain And taken my final bow Again I’m sorry mama I’m sorry to dad too Neither of you new it But I loved both of you So to all the kids Who live on the streets Please go back home Or you could end up like me [comments] => 1 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 39 [informant] => CrippinBabi513 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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