Suicidal Poem #3

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Game of Hang man

During the start,
You can't tell apart.

Each day is a war,
You may win the battle.

After the hardships,
It never ends.

Though you may not know,
Every things falling apart.

Help me...
I can't breathe anymore...





Game...
Over...
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©to my classmate

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