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Array ( [sid] => 94508 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Death By Murder [time] => 2005-05-15 21:06:47 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Every time she got mad
She thought about murder
She knew the thought was bad
Since it would be suicide, not murder

Murder of her self by her own hands
That’s what she wished for
Suicide was her body’s demand
Death of her self she wished for

Her mind told her to pick up the gun
Her heart actually agreed
The girl reached for the gun
Thought about how rarely her brain and heart agree

She put the gun to her head
Thought of all she would miss
The only thing: the comfort of her bed
Thought of the people she’d miss

Then the girl knew she had to go
She walked into her room, with the gun
Sat on her bed, knew it was time to go
Held it to her head and pulled the trigger on that gun
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Death By Murder

Contributed by sprinter27 on Sunday, 15th May 2005 @ 09:06:47 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide

Every time she got mad
She thought about murder
She knew the thought was bad
Since it would be suicide, not murder

Murder of her self by her own hands
That’s what she wished for
Suicide was her body’s demand
Death of her self she wished for

Her mind told her to pick up the gun
Her heart actually agreed
The girl reached for the gun
Thought about how rarely her brain and heart agree

She put the gun to her head
Thought of all she would miss
The only thing: the comfort of her bed
Thought of the people she’d miss

Then the girl knew she had to go
She walked into her room, with the gun
Sat on her bed, knew it was time to go
Held it to her head and pulled the trigger on that gun

Copyright Â© sprinter27 ... [ 2005-05-15 21:06:47]
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Re: Death By Murder (User Rating: 1 )
by Jaycee on Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 04:40:16 AM AEST
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I can only hope this is symbolic and that you don't have access to firearms. Reach out to those who care for you and be well.

Re: Death By Murder (User Rating: 1 )
by blue_angel on Monday, 16th May 2005 @ 10:47:13 AM AEST
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access to fire arms ... shelly this is dangerous. never ever use those ok? unless its to kill like an animal (which u do NOT qualify as by the way) but i dont ever want to have to hear that gun shot, never. i couldnt... i couldnt take it u kno... im not strong enuff fer this. we DO need u and WOULD miss u... never underestimate the power of friendship.
dont take what u have for granted,
jennie*

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