Amidst deep academic strife
Yours truly decided to take his life
In overcast weather
I couldn’t decide whether
It should be the noose or the knife
The hunt ended, a noose was found
And to the ceiling fan was bound
I stood on the chair
Tied the knot with care
So as to not make any sound
From the noose, I withdrew my hand
And let go of my life-supporting stand
In a hurry
The carotid artery
………
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a feeling so subtle,
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a viewpoint turned turtle,
this is hardly worth a tear......
Y, u left it on readers wisdom to draw a horrendous site of your own suicide. Bad bad.
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