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[aid] => mick
[title] => Blood
[time] => 2005-03-05 00:58:03
[hometext] => please comment
[bodytext] => BLOOD I cut myself once, My anger goes away. I cut myself twice, All my problems delay. This is not the first time, Nor is it my last. Blood is falling, Ever so fast. I love the feeling of blood, I love the feel of it burst. When ever it comes to blood, I always have a thirst. My mom tells me it's bad, She put me in psychology. What do they expect? Do they want an apology? It's like a drug, It's so addictive. It's almost the same way, Am I vindictive? Ahhhh, blood, Such a relief. It's such a good thing, That's only my belief. The color of blood, Such a wonderful red. Hope I don't spill too much, If so, I'll be dead. A can use a razor, I can use a knife. Who really gives a *****, It endangers my life? All I care about is the blood, Coming from my wrist. I just can't help it, I cannot resist. --Evan L.-- http://thepoemsofsorrow.com [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 13 [informant] => thepos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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