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Dec 2013
Sinking into the abysm of the dark corridors of my mind
Here, In darkness where every thought becomes so clear
Each breath mirrored by silence
And this solitude forever drills tiny holes into bits of me
I shudder when I catch my own reflection in the mirror
My tormentor looks just like me.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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