This is the line
that separates me from that.
When my hand's clenched on my chest,
Around my neck are the strongest chains,
filled with torn, prickling my skin to hurt.
I won't be bothered to shout
for I am weary from trying and trying.
I will just stand here.
I'll wait.
I'll wait, until death.
I do not know when, where or how.
But I'll wait forever now.
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