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[aid] => mick
[title] => death is my escape
[time] => 2005-06-13 05:45:12
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[bodytext] => He came to me and said goodnight and I asked him if he truly believed it was good at all He kissed me gently and I pulled away ever so slightly He asked me to trust him and I turned and ran, ran far away from his so called trust He said he wasn’t hurting anybody but I knew if anybody was really getting hurt he wouldn’t notice anyway He asked me to follow him and I turned and ran in the opposite direction He asked me to return his calls but instead I pulled the cord He begged me to come back home and I told him it never really felt like home to me He asked me to tell him about myself and I asked him if he really wanted me to tell him or just tell him what he wanted to hear He asked me to accept him and I said I had accepted my hate for him but that was all He asked me to forgive him and I answered that forgiveness wasn’t really in my nature He asked me to smile and I said that I wasn’t really in the mood He told me to tell him where I was and I answered that I was anywhere but with him He begged me to continue living and I looked in to his cold eyes and saw there was no point He told me to drop that knife and I told him I wouldn’t because that’s what he wanted me to do He asked me to love him and I said that I could never love anyone less He told me to continue breathing and I refused as I took my last breath [comments] => 4 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 36 [informant] => mel_666 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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