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Did I tell you?
About the time...
When I lay awake,
Well past nine?

My mouth was open,
But no sound it made...
As I lay there,
Scared and afraid.

And when my tears began to fall
Pouring down,
And drowning all...
I thought of her.

And the memories are all too real.
They make me remember...
They make me feel.

And always she is in my head.
I want her gone...
I want her dead.

I need her to hear my plea.
To cease this torture,
And leave me be.

I cannot live like this for long,
My will is weak
And isn't strong.


So a riddle I shall leave for thee...
Dare ye enter...
And save me?

From this fate I have in mind...
Of coloured ribbons,
String and twine...

And as the leaves begin to fall...
Becoming scarce...
Till none at all...

I shall hang there.
Motionless and limp,
Without a care.

My feet dangling
In the air...
I'll be dead.