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[aid] => mick
[title] => Slowly
[time] => 2005-05-15 12:06:12
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[bodytext] => I am pretty sure that I'm dead. I cannot see nor hear, and no thoughts surface. I'm laying on the floor, and the dogs just walk right over me. I am inanimate and unliving, Unable, unbreathing, and I want to tear off my skin Piece by piece, and place it on your doorstep. So shocked to see that you enjoyed that. I never knew you were sadistic too. My sickening saliva across your present, And I smile sweetly, To touch your cheek, with my muscle and blood. Slowly before you, I die. but you never even saw that skin, which I ripped off and gave to you. You never even saw my death coming, as how I've longed for so many years. You sprinkle my last day with pleasure, but afterwards, I am not sure, I want to live, or die, but just lay here, a useless thing, and never speak again, for it didn't matter what I said, I still ended up on the inside dead. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 13 [informant] => AssassinatorGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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