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Mar 2020
Rope snapped
During the choke
The chair didn't fall
Tilted over
In slow motion
If only it worked out
May seem self-driven
Selfishly struggled
Yet, convinced that this place
The human race
Would be better without my space  
So...
Attempted to croak
Hopped off like a frog
Searching for something to keep
Now I
Get to look forward to one more yolk
Written by
Chandy  22/M/U.S
(22/M/U.S)   
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