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[sid] => 94655
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cut
[time] => 2005-05-16 21:25:24
[hometext] => I wrote this when I was at the begining of my stages of my cutting.
[bodytext] => The blood beneath my scarred skin, I know this is a sin. Why does it yell so much? For the special touch? Only the objects bring! Once it feels it my skin sings. Slowly it glids making a small cut, That in days will shut. The blood seeps out in dots, Grab the kleenex and make it have red spots. I don't know why it makes it better, Like an eraser to a letter. This is wrong I do know, But it helps me say NO! To the pain inside my heart, It gives me a new start. Until it yells again, Like a cycle with no end! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Deep_Within_My_Heart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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