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Taciturn Vexation

Taciturn Vexation
Sitting on the rust
Contemplating scary and grim ideas
“To hang or poison?”
Which would be a grandiose exit?

So so tired of it all
No longer youthful
“Fuck this place!”
An escape suddenly becomes craved for.

“This is the last time”
Attachments have killed all expectations
The chair beneath fell
Finally… A life without hell.
Written by Petite_Renarde (Anouk)
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