How sad it is.
How tiring it is.
Got tired from putting the rope on to my neck and remove it anyway.
Everyday.
I just want to stop.
I just, want to free myself.
Not by stopping myself from doing it.
But to let myself do it, correctly.
One last time.
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Whims
PoetryMy random thoughts daily, writing to avoid being engulf by my sanity. If I stop writing, it means its the end for me.
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How sad it is.
How tiring it is.
Got tired from putting the rope on to my neck and remove it anyway.
Everyday.
I just want to stop.
I just, want to free myself.
Not by stopping myself from doing it.
But to let myself do it, correctly.
One last time.