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[sid] => 53980
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => the final beckoning
[time] => 2004-06-28 05:15:15
[hometext] => sumtin i penned when i was goin thru a phase, not so much bout suicide as bout wonderin bout death, cuz it sure seemed bettr than life at that time.. n most f the other times too..
[bodytext] => now that the time hearkens to bid farewell when the sirens of death blare the pipers call when the darkness seems like a welcome relief a long lost comrade beckoning, after eons of pain tis then that these fears arise fears that i would cease to be of how the end would come to be n how itd feel to not be me and you my love would you weep for me and wear my ring long after i leave when the world goes on without a stop how would it feel to be the one left out but alas! adieu i must surely bid fearin for myself to the very end [comments] => 1 [counter] => 340 [topic] => 36 [informant] => coldestflame [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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