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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; suicide</title>
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		<title>Drugged on fear since the first night</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[High School]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[abuse]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[blame]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[bruises]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Drugged on fear since the first night, Haunted by images of wrists clutched tight, Forgotten your Father&#8217;s advice. Said he wanted love, but he will suffice Running so far, so fast; lost the way home. Mind&#8217;s bruises are blue-er than your sensitive skin tone, He might be worried, regress to one of his hourly fits. [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Drugged on fear since the first night,<br />
Haunted by images of wrists clutched tight,<br />
Forgotten your Father&#8217;s advice.<br />
Said he wanted love, but he will suffice<br />
Running so far, so fast; lost the way home.<br />
Mind&#8217;s bruises are blue-er than your sensitive skin tone,<br />
He might be worried, regress to one of his hourly fits.<br />
Have you called in your location in the last 5 minutes?<br />
Before you decide suicide during your nightly cries,<br />
I hope you will leave someday; to realize<br />
That pain&#8217;s not your fault and never was your blame.<br />
He picked you, but why&#8217;d you change your last name?</p>
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