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I grab a hold of the branch above me
I pulled my self up
I look at the world
For the last time
I brought with me a rope around my neck
The noose is tied all ready to go
I slip the rope around the branch I’m currently sitting on
I stand up slowly
With the wind blowing in my hair
I gather all my courage
I bend my knees a little and release
Now soaring through the air
I realized all the good things I could’ve done in my life
It’s too late now
The rope soon came to an end
And choked me very painfully
I was now…
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