all
i want
to do
is take
your hands,
the hands
that used
to care
for me,
and wrap
them around
my necki want them
to squeeze
out my
last breath,
so i can
finally,
finally
be
put
to
rest
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Poetrywhen life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry
don't torture me, do it quickly.
all
i want
to do
is take
your hands,
the hands
that used
to care
for me,
and wrap
them around
my necki want them
to squeeze
out my
last breath,
so i can
finally,
finally
be
put
to
rest