my stomach is like the rope
knotted and filled with secrets
that i will take to the grave
my pain is too strong
and the strength of the rope is the only means of release
i cry as i slip it around my neck
thinking of those who i leave behind
it doesnt matter
the rope will make me forget
i stumble
fall
blackout
-c.a
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
my stomach is like the rope
knotted and filled with secrets
that i will take to the grave
my pain is too strong
and the strength of the rope is the only means of release
i cry as i slip it around my neck
thinking of those who i leave behind
it doesnt matter
the rope will make me forget
i stumble
fall
blackout
-c.a
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