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[sid] => 90838
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Leave
[time] => 2005-04-13 16:24:50
[hometext] => This basically sums up how i feel bout my life in general.
[bodytext] => So much to say for the image of the perfect child. But why cant you live to your overseerers expectations. Why cant you acheive the perfection that your overseer longs for you to have. Your overseer has placed the weight of the world on your shoulders and you cant handle it. You cant live it, you cant breathe it. All you are to her now is dirt on the ground. She could care less if you died or lived. So why dont you die, leave now and spare yourself years of pain and torment. Leave, Leave, Leave [comments] => 0 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 36 [informant] => nickyboy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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