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[sid] => 98771
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Life
[time] => 2005-06-20 20:44:42
[hometext] => Something i came up with on the spot cuz im all blah
[bodytext] => Go ahead and yell at me again. Call me your puppet , just a little doll. Someone you call when you need a playmate. I know i'm no one special. I know i'm nothing wonderful. I know I'll only get hurt if I get envolved with you again. But I want to. I need the pain, it helps me thrive. For blood is the nectar of life. And without it I would die. So I cut my wrist and gladly lay and bleed. For your problems are something I don't need. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 72 [informant] => XXLet_Love_DieXX [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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