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A gentle rhythm pounds within my neck. Restricted breath faintly escapes, despite how hard I pull. The rhythm stutters, as I wait… for it to stop… But it never does. All that’s left is the rope burns across my neck; a reminder that I failed to do what’s right. In my soul, I feel nothing left. And my heart only feels tight. I close my eyes, imagining that forsaken rhythm finally stopping. I wish for freedom, for the alluring nothing of the skies, in a world without my corrupting.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC
Rope Burns
A gentle rhythm pounds within my neck. Restricted breath faintly escapes, despite how hard I pull. The rhythm stutters, as I wait… for it to stop… But it never does. All that’s left is the rope burns across my neck; a reminder that I failed to do what’s right. In my soul, I feel nothing left. And my heart only feels tight. I close my eyes, imagining that forsaken rhythm finally stopping. I wish for freedom, for the alluring nothing of the skies, in a world without my corrupting.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC
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