I remember that I was at the tree
I can't remember why
I remember how
I remember that I was crying and carrying rope and a stool
I remember tying one end on a low branch
I remember tying the other end in a big loop
I remember standing on the stool and putting my head through the loop
I remember tipping over the stool with my foot and I didn't struggle
I remember finally seeing my family
I remember never believing in you
And now I am talking to you, so are you going to send me to hell or let me stay with you and my family
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Short Stories
RandomA bunch of short stories, poems, thoughts and other useless shit.