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I tightened the circle let the lines loosen, then in my state of confusion pulled them tightly. I subtracted loved ones nightly, despite my social media connections my real-life affections became whispers in the distance from previous family members and friends I’ve loved. With a noose I constricted till it was too perfect. Then I ****** it. It was like when I was biting my tongue just hard enough to hurt but not enough to cut that slippery tool off. I choked and cough felt the loss as I tried to break my own neck. I signed my own check, by happily self-secluding, and the excuse I was using was the best scape goat. As grief scraped my throat, I tried to cleanse my palate stirred my mind like a salad all vegies and greens mixing, lying and saying it was healthy but really just tricking myself into doing what I was always going to do. Death by a thousand losses, each cut cost me a fraction of my identity and hopeful personality. Until my corpse swung from the rafters and tears sprung from melancholic laughter. Then nothing came happily, ever after.
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Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 9:41 AM UTC
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I tightened the circle let the lines loosen, then in my state of confusion pulled them tightly. I subtracted loved ones nightly, despite my social media connections my real-life affections became whispers in the distance from previous family members and friends I’ve loved. With a noose I constricted till it was too perfect. Then I ****** it. It was like when I was biting my tongue just hard enough to hurt but not enough to cut that slippery tool off. I choked and cough felt the loss as I tried to break my own neck. I signed my own check, by happily self-secluding, and the excuse I was using was the best scape goat. As grief scraped my throat, I tried to cleanse my palate stirred my mind like a salad all vegies and greens mixing, lying and saying it was healthy but really just tricking myself into doing what I was always going to do. Death by a thousand losses, each cut cost me a fraction of my identity and hopeful personality. Until my corpse swung from the rafters and tears sprung from melancholic laughter. Then nothing came happily, ever after.
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Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 9:41 AM UTC
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