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May 2018
This rope don’t choke it feels good
Hanging from the ceiling escaping this feeling  
My smile beams my eyes hollow
Will there even be a tomorrow

This rope don’t choke it feels good
Racing mind but slow heart
1 beat to every thousand thoughts
How long can this go on

This rope don’t cho.....
Sad times = bad times
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MJS  37/M
(37/M)   
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