I once tied a noose, I swore I'd put it to good use, now I'm not so sure, but I can't find it anymore, the flame has devoured it, I'll still take the blame.
7/28/18
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And The Sadness Goes On
Poetrythis is the second part of The Self Assessments Of A Depressed Girl
Eight
I once tied a noose, I swore I'd put it to good use, now I'm not so sure, but I can't find it anymore, the flame has devoured it, I'll still take the blame.
7/28/18
