when you talk yet again of wanting to die
keep shouting about it at bus stops, on streets,
in bars;
in your booze-soaked,
smoke-stained apartment
to diaries, socials and blogs,
and then suddenly
turn to a whisper;
mumbling, slurring
just under your breath,
yet somehow
you're in no rush
and outright refuse
to tighten
the goddamn
noose.
shame, though
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