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Staring out of my cell window,                                       bright blue sky,                                        with a archipelagos of clouds.                                         A noose hangs above me.                                                       Inhale.                                                The air is crisp,                                                 tasting better than,                                                 any meal I've ever had.                                                         Exhale.                                                         I slip my head in,                                                         the grip is tight,                                                          like a cobra's grip.                                                         Slowly losing consciousness.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
"Death"
Staring out of my cell window,                                       bright blue sky,                                        with a archipelagos of clouds.                                         A noose hangs above me.                                                       Inhale.                                                The air is crisp,                                                 tasting better than,                                                 any meal I've ever had.                                                         Exhale.                                                         I slip my head in,                                                         the grip is tight,                                                          like a cobra's grip.                                                         Slowly losing consciousness.
I hope everyone enjoyed this short series.
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Brody_Logan96
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
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