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The Judge
Poems
Nov 2015
The Note
I pull out my paper,
and also my pen.
I write all the words,
at least what I can.
Do you even care?
Dont you see?
Why I wore the sweater.
And kept up the sleeves.
Tears slid down my face,
and stained the paper.
The words I wrote,
would only be seen later.
"We both used to laugh,
under the tree.
But you never saw,
what they did to me.
So now I say bye,
to this agonizing life.
The one my soul has fought,
but my body never could fight."
I stood on the stool,
with the noose around my neck.
I cried for an hour,
before I kicked the stool back.
#suicide
#sad
#note
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The Judge
18/M/Earth
(18/M/Earth)
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