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2d
Staring down at the rope,
Rethinking every life choice.
Wishing to be dead,
Messages are already sent.
There is no going back.
I get the rope tie it around my neck,
I can't hang it anywhere.
I tighten the rope,
Vision went blurry.
I can't hear anything,
Ringing in my ears is too loud.
Its been 10 minutes,
I didn't go unconscious.
I just gave up.
Woke up with my face blue.
Its kinda bad
Ksenija Ostojić
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Ksenija Ostojić  13/F
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