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She hopes it'll all go away

The pain she held on to, all day.

She waits till nine o'clock

An it does not.

She waits till ten

But only then, does she decide.

I'm better off dead.

She leaves her seat, and ties the knot tight with all of her might.

She steps on a stool, and only then does she start too cool.

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