I can't see it, but I know it's there.

A rope with a loop dangling from the rafter of the gallows.

I feel the rough, dry rope burn into my wrists as I still mootly try to escape the fate I've come to.

I knew this day would come but I didn't expect it to be here so soon... Not for something I didn't even do...

I am innocent.

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How did it come to this point?

How did I get to this death that I can't even see?

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i'm still working on the other stuff but i thought i would bring this to the forefront.