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Feb 2013
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.
Written by
Aaron Mocks  New York
(New York)   
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