a knot tied at my necka chair kicked down
a closed wind path
gasping for air to breath
trying not to struggle
everything dims
everything ends
a sharp thin blade
a slit on the wrist
a rushing blood spurts
fingers start to numb
twitching and trembling
everything blurs
everything ends
a cold shinning barrel
a blast on the temple
a tainted red wall
lying down inanimate
will grow pale soon
everything dies
everything ends
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