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I knew somewhere out there, my parents were worried sick. Somewhere out there, my friends wondered about me. I knew that a world like this wouldn't last forever, and I had to make it last. But I could always retell it.
Why I wasn't important.
Why I wasn't worth it.
Why I was invisible.
Why I gave up.
Why I hate myself.
Why I am alone.
Why I got rope.
Why I got a chair.
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Further poetry; that which I cannot preemptively describe.