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[aid] => mick
[title] => words hurt
[time] => 2005-06-14 23:21:26
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[bodytext] => she had many friends that helped her out and she helped them when she was down one day at school her friend called her fat said it louder and every one laughed every one turned on her and called her a dweeb please ive had enough shed beg and plead she ran home crying the very same day she ran to the bathroom and grabbed a blade she pressed it harschly against her wrist and blood rapidly poured down her skin the next monday she came to school with scars the kids in class went on being harsh they called her big,round,large and wide she wanted to yell but she kept it inside this time she walked home and decided for fun shed slice her neck one by one she lost her anger she lost her blood she lost her mind just because it felt good soon she stopped eating, skipping every other meal her parents never knew, she kept her lips sealed she became skinny,pale,bony and thinner she threw up after breakfast,lunch and dinner one day she was bored and got her hand on some koke she sniffed it through her nose and got dry throat she looked around and everything became dark she closed her eyes then fell apart she fainted that day but no one heard her scream her dad found her on the floor like it was a bad dream she was rushed to the hospital in an hour or so and her parents whispered and yelled please dont go she just laid there in her hospital bed cuts on her wrists and a messed up head her parents by her side crying endlessly but she jussed looked upon them cluelessly she slit her wrists she slit her neck she threw up every night before bed she toke some drugs then it was better then a knife she wasted her money,her time and her life her eyes were sweet, her eyes were kind until a single word mutilated her mind her friends hoped it wasnt something they said because a few days later they found out she was dead [comments] => 5 [counter] => 286 [topic] => 36 [informant] => razorbladesangel45 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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