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[sid] => 49718
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => bullet
[time] => 2004-05-30 12:21:30
[hometext] => A thought of many days pass
[bodytext] => Sometimes I get an urge To put a bullet thru my hand, My shoulder Just to feel the pain The only thing I understand Needles work But not the same INK drys PIERCING close In a day I feel no change It sucks how emotions are all inside And no one can feel my rain I write day in Day out Trying to relay the shame All the way up into my brain With the lack there of chemicals that blame It's not my fault I'm not so saine Maybe tomorrow I can feel the pain ARH--Huh Cutting tools don't please the psyche I need a bullet All praised in silver Sunken thru flesh Lossing speed with the rain I hate it when I get this way But something has to feel okay This love This hate Emotions overrate Give me a knife But that's to late Give me a bullet That's the fate So I can assure I'm okay [comments] => 2 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 13 [informant] => rhei76 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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