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Time For Change

I walk in the brown heavy door,
To my big crowded home of mourns.
I feel off and think something is wrong,
When I see bloodstains all over the halls.

I know better than to follow,
But my worries and curiosity make my body hollow.
As I walk through my short bloody halls,
I notice walking is taking far too long.

For my house doesn’t have long corridors,
But walking slow, I can fear the horrors.
Finally, I reached the white framed entrance,
To a closed-door containing extreme silence.

I had a choice to flee, fight or freeze,
Though the choice obvious I decided to breathe.
I breathed indeed then gulp my breath,
Gathered my conscious and held my chest.

I open the door and hoped for reassurance,
But instead was welcomed by the scent of death and suicidal occurrence.
I look in surprised, confused and in panic,
‘for it is me hung by a flimsy rope of true transparent.

I remember it all way too well,
My own body drenched in alarmed bells.
I knew what it meant and decided to change.
Because this event is for telling my unfortunate enrage.
Written by Ahrima
Author's Note
Time is ticking...change while you can.
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