Originally Posted by Liquor of Tears

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[COLOR=Black][B]But that was so long ago, Before he cut himself free
From the noose that suffocated his reality
The rope mended together by the poisoned sentences
And knotted at the top by his own pennance
Releasing himself from this torture, He can finally breathe
He has opened his eyes to what he should have always seen
Inhaling the actuality of his so called friends
Exhaling his confusion and rage, just quickening the end

ehh i hate rhyming... anyways... get votes in here.