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Jun 2015
Bring me a rope
and tie a noose.
From the high ceiling
hang it loose.

Grasp the loop,
stand 'top a chair.
Throw it around
my neck if you dare.

I close my eyes
and say a prayer.
One final push,
I hang in the air.

The noose tightens,
stopping my breath
as I fall into
the arms of Death.
Please don't ask me why I wrote this. I just did. :|
Isha Kumar
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Isha Kumar  20/India
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