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Friendly Tree
There sits the friendly tree
I stare at it, it stares at me
Branches so empty and bare
yet has so much to share
The rope is tightened around its thick part
I stand on the chair knowing I'll soon have a new start
The chair is then kicked back
Air in my lungs begin to lack
Soon as I know it, the world goes black
There sat the friendly tree
I'm so grateful it helped me
Published 5th Jul 2014
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