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[sid] => 159438
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Last Words
[time] => 2010-05-01 21:53:09
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => she penned them in her diary
the day before she died
about her thoughts and feelings
and all the things she’d hide
on waves of washed out paper
that left open the book
with smears of blue frustration
that no one had mistook
the meaning on the pages
so painful from the start
it quivered in the body
and sunk inside the heart
the things she couldn't say
in life are said in death
the reason for her action
in this thing that she left
but now it is a mystery
from all the things that fell
but though the words have vanished
the salty pages tell
[comments] => 5
[counter] => 220
[topic] => 36
[informant] => hanasuru
[notes] =>
[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
[haspoll] => 0
[pollID] => 0
[score] => 13
[ratings] => 3
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => Suicide
)
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