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scilence
Silence
There is a faint breath
But the room is filled with the sent of death
Blurry vision
Bloody wrist
Hands are clenched in tight fist
Bad thoughts
Rope full of knots
But it will have to do
Mind way to blue
Head in the noose
Step off a chair so its not loose
There is a faint breath
But the room is filled with the sent of death
Blurry vision
Bloody wrist
Hands are clenched in tight fist
Bad thoughts
Rope full of knots
But it will have to do
Mind way to blue
Head in the noose
Step off a chair so its not loose
Published 1st Oct 2015
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