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Aug 2016
S.i
I hung a noose
I put a chair below.
Ive been watching the thing sway
For about an hour now.
No one is home
No soul to persuade me.
If this was my goodbye,
Would you miss me?
No, i dont think i would be missed much
Most of my life
I was...am a swing n' a miss.
And if someone doesnt hurry
I will be swinging soon
I was hoping that my countess
Would greet me soon,
But i was only met
In total utter silence.
My will is to stay
But the worlds will is to let me drown
And this noose
Is speaking so soothingly to me.
Błeeding Dįamøndš
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Błeeding Dįamøndš  16/M/Denver, Colorado
(16/M/Denver, Colorado)   
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