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I can feel that...

I can feel that...
Hair in My Throat,
Noose Lingering.
Chair felt so Cold,
Burning My Feet.
Death say "Hello"
With Push on Hell.
Knife grow so Near,
Hands Trembling,
Last Minute Prayer,
Can't pull the Brake.
This is The End.
This Life you Lead,
Won't Mean A Thing,
Unless You Make Change





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