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A thought repeated over and over in your mind. Like the old rope the manic uses time and again every other day to tie a noose with, it becomes tattered and frayed. When finally you decide to put said noose to use, it breaks and your ideals are shattered.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
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A thought repeated over and over in your mind. Like the old rope the manic uses time and again every other day to tie a noose with, it becomes tattered and frayed. When finally you decide to put said noose to use, it breaks and your ideals are shattered.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 12:17 AM UTC
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