Slowly, Unsurely.

Today, I felt the ropes which support, strangle me.

I felt suffocated, felt choked.

I struggled to release myself.

I slashed it hard, harder than I ever could,

but it wasn't hard enough.

I dangled by the very bit left,

and was left gasping for air before I couldn't breathe,

thinking, "When will the time finally come?"

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And then, I blacked out.