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[sid] => 126434
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Cut it out
[time] => 2006-10-02 01:18:48
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Cut out the pain
who cares if it fills me with shame?
Am I really the one to blame?
I'm so confused, so much to lose, what the hell is there to gain?
Cut out the pain
the razor is calling, no SCREAMING my name
I can't hide this ache again
I must find solace in the twisted depths of my sick brain
Cut out the pain
I'm an utter mess, going crazy insane!
I'm sick and I'm not fit to deal with this misery
this misery than my own head makes for me
My mind is against me!
Cut out the pain,
No! No longer can I contain
this urge to satisfy my lust
blood, blood, it's a must!
to feel any better
the skin I must sever
to stop the loud and maddening rain
I MUST...
cut out the pain..................
[comments] => 3
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[informant] => JzstKilMe
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 5
[ratings] => 1
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => self-harmpoetry
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