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I think of a word and then write it Out, the rope is now thrown up and Over placed just right. I write one More, the noose is nicely tightened Up just right. A word comes to mind, a thought Made on paper, can I guess what Will happen next. So many words writtern, things I have done, to make this right? first Was the rope, the noose tightened Just right. A word on paper the rope Drawn to that which will hold it tight. Words have been written, the time Is quickly Running out, as the last One is on paper my time has run out. The hang man is finished, the note   Written out. Where once their Was panic and movement, I am the Hang man silent and still the noose Drawn tightly no air to escape  in or out.  Peace now resides on this still calm Face, as I am waiting to be  found with My note explaining everything  neatly Written out.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
The Hang Man
I think of a word and then write it Out, the rope is now thrown up and Over placed just right. I write one More, the noose is nicely tightened Up just right. A word comes to mind, a thought Made on paper, can I guess what Will happen next. So many words writtern, things I have done, to make this right? first Was the rope, the noose tightened Just right. A word on paper the rope Drawn to that which will hold it tight. Words have been written, the time Is quickly Running out, as the last One is on paper my time has run out. The hang man is finished, the note   Written out. Where once their Was panic and movement, I am the Hang man silent and still the noose Drawn tightly no air to escape  in or out.  Peace now resides on this still calm Face, as I am waiting to be  found with My note explaining everything  neatly Written out.
#suicide#depression#life#death#dark-write
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
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