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A quick write.
Dragging my tired feet across the tiny room,
I collapse.
Emotionally drained,
My tortured mind crawling back into the broken,
It seems to be...somewhat swollen.
I can not speak, my mouth is frozen,
It is chained..to the damned...
My arms and legs are dead, only my dreaded eyes remain.
I..am..hanged.
I collapse.
Emotionally drained,
My tortured mind crawling back into the broken,
It seems to be...somewhat swollen.
I can not speak, my mouth is frozen,
It is chained..to the damned...
My arms and legs are dead, only my dreaded eyes remain.
I..am..hanged.
Published 29th Jun 2014
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