Ropes

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I can't even try anymore.

The ropes are cutting my hands

The pain

Is unbearable

I am writhing

Squirming

Moving

Hoping they will come loose

But with every word people say

They get tighter

Making the wounds bleed

And me scream

People still talk though

They see no ropes

No tears

No sadness

Because it's all a joke

It's all a laugh

It's all just for fun.

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