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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Big Bad
[time] => 2004-11-15 11:25:52
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[bodytext] => I live to tell the tale today I had a dance with an old foe. He tried to take me far and away to the place where I'd be a Jane Doe. We've danced before him and I he tries to sneak in on me. Usually I can feel him when he's ready to drop by but sometimes he comes so fast like the Grand Prix. I'm afraid that one day he'll win his grasp is so strong on my wrist. Always calling to me from within wanting me to grab the razor to assist. For now I managed to push him afar I'm not sure how long he'll be gone. I'll just keep staring at the ugly scar and hoping I live to see another dawn. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 36 [informant] => witch_derna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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