six
it starts to rain,
you feel the pain,
of the knife digging into your vein.
you strain
to think of those who looked at you in disdain
you have released the chains,
that caused you pain.
ending the constant migraine
of them saying your name in vain.
that was the last thought that ran through your brain,
before you ended the hurricane
that was your existence.
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