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Wednesday, February 29, 2012

1 Minute


She rolls up her sleeves.
Breathes.
Smiles.
Because this feels right.
She’ll leave this world.
This rotten world.
This poisonous world.
She grits her teeth
As the cold metal slides into her skin
Once.
Twice.
Countless times.
She falls over
Blissfully ignorant of the time
The screams
The sirens.
As someone sees her,
Misses her,
Tries to stop her,
A minute too late.

Wordle: One Minute

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