The Rope
Im not at ease
Im not okay
I dangle life on rope
Before me
When the legs become weak
An unable to hold
My weigh
An ill soon then slip
To dangle some more
By my neck it will pull
And my life will be no more.
It will all end
My presence
Will no longer be a chore
Set free from it all
You'll see me
No more
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