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[title] => Maybe Tomorrow
[time] => 2004-04-01 06:15:04
[hometext] => Good Night Sweet Heart Now It's Time To Go!
[bodytext] => All alone in a crowded room
No one seems to see or care
Surrounded by the horrid noise
He won't shut-up
He says to kill, but will
Keeps the blade still
"No one controls my life"
He's angry Head hurrting
A throbbing pain
Astruggle for sanity
The battles over and there it it
Blood trickles out of pale white skin
He's won again
Maybe not in the end...
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