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[aid] => Mick
[title] => why wasn't it me?!
[time] => 2003-04-06 18:45:00
[hometext] => NO, wat's written below did not happen 4 real...
[bodytext] => The knife's shaking in my hand
as i slowly walk on the sand heading towards that harvester of peace where is resting "sweet" Elise As i angrily unbury the dead girl pulling her by her lifeless fiery curls i wish she could open her eyes and see all the rage boiling in me i wish she could open her mouth and scream begging her god to make it be a bad dream Stabbing her as hard as i can with my knife i wish i was the one who had taken away the life of that THING so hateable,the daughter of my dad's wife. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Silent-Cry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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