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[sid] => 95760
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Untitled
[time] => 2005-05-25 19:03:46
[hometext] => I just felt something. This poem did contain a lot of vulgar language. For the unedited version my website is available.
[bodytext] => Goodbye to everything. yes, even the love I have for you. Love doesn't exist anymore, It has been replaced with something new, something called hate. I said I could never love you, I lied. I want to kill you now. Maybe your lifeless corpse will listen. I told you I loved you, but I bet you just felt sorry, you admited you had those feelings too, thanks for falsifying. I was there when you needed me. I constantly asked you what was wrong. Your lack of openness is what tore us apart. Sorry I let you get away with too much, I thought I was just being nice. I stand before you now, armed with a simple kitchen knife. I creep the blade across my wrist. I'll make you watch me bleed. I made a promise to myself, if you hurt me, i'll hurt myself worse. You messed with my heart, damaged my brain, You threw me in a clear box to watch me die. Is this hurting you? Prove it. We had everything, didn't you see? What? Your tears don't scare me! I'm growing weaker now, won't you join me? My pain is your pain. How will you deal with your part? Take away the blade and cut yourself open. Let the blood flow. Did we die holding hands? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Versigh [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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