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[aid] => mick
[title] => The life thats finally over
[time] => 2005-05-11 09:44:47
[hometext] => its finally getting to a closure... trying to hold on is like trying to save a newborn addicted to cocaine... there is no way....
[bodytext] => The voices in the distance the ones telling me this is an act of persistence the life i once lead, no longer in existence the night was dark and chilled all the dreams left unfulfilled this is the night everyone was left thrilled i was at my final stop i was finally at the top ready for the great, big drop i was ready to end my life i pulled from deep inside my pocket, a pretty knife welcome to the dungeons, get ready afterlife i stroke the shinning sliver across my wrist i was careful, making sure i hadn't missed making sure my life had finally been desist all the long nights i waited for you hanging by your every word, thinking somehow this was really true i was just so into you not wanting to let go fighting with all my might it was too late the vein to in sight i had to give up the fight all is faded away they found me the next day they knew i wasn't here to stay a ceremony no one cared for they knew, it was over, i finally ended the war with all the blood and all the gore the life is dead a new favorite color of crimson red i let it all out, i just laid there and bled a crimson red blanket covered me that night a blanket of my own frightened blood saying i had given up the fight i tried to stay, i gave it all my might this life just wasn't meant for me just let it go, just leave things be now its final, now u can see i gave up the fight, you should be proud i kept the only thing i truly vowed all the things i ever endowed i hope you realize that its gone all the pain i have taken on all the pain which is finally withdrawn i ended my life i used the pretty knife i hope they realize who caused this the ones i was always left to miss no, they didn't care but for some reason i thought it was worth the dare all in the end the same old story Ive killed myself.. no pain, no worry, just a slight bit of Glory [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 36 [informant] => shrunkin_fool34142316 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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