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[aid] => mick
[title] => Missed
[time] => 2006-01-02 00:13:33
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Why didn't i run for my life?
Was he really holding that knife?
As i lay on the ground, i see no one around
As i lie in pain in pain, the blood pours like rain
Am i really dead? Is it just in my head?
Did he really take my life?
Did he really use that knife?
I'm really dead
It isn't in my head
Will i be missed?
Yeah, i'll be missed
But by who?
Will it be you?
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[informant] => manders
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[alanguage] => english
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