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Sep 2013
Most days you choke and sometimes you breath.
You're suffocating and bruised from the noose around your neck.

Creating problems in your head, haunting yourself.
Driving yourΒ Β mind into the abyss.

Never mind the arguments
You're too exhausted from fighting yourself to fight anyone.

It's always the internal wars that are the most impossible to win
One can't escape themselves.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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