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And so he took the duct tape, and wrapped the bread knife to his left hand.

The serrated edge could cut through any rope.

It would be useful, if there were any regrets.

And then, he took the duct tape,

And wrapped the gun to his right hand.

It would be useful, if it should've ended sooner.

And he stood upon his chair, His final Throne...

And slid the Noose around his Neck.

He slanted,

From the left, and then to the right.

The chair wobbled,

And the ground shook.

And he wondered,

Will I shoot myself?

Will I cut myself down?

Or, will I hang?

And so he took the duct tape, and wrapped the bread knife to his left hand. The serrated edge could cut through any rope. It would be useful, if there were any regrets. And then, he took the duct tape, And wrapped the gun to his right hand. It would be useful, if it should've ended sooner. And he stood upon his chair, His final Throne... And slid the Noose around his Neck. He slanted, From the left, and then to the right. The chair wobbled, And the ground shook. And he wondered, Will I shoot myself? Will I cut myself down? Or, will I hang?

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[–] [deleted] • 2 pts

How did he tape the gun to his hand if he had a knife taped to the other hand?

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You don't need to tape all the fingers together. If you are hanging yourself with paracord, a bread knife taped securely to your wrist would be fine for cutting yourself down.

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This is probably the best thing I've read today. As a metaphor, you might have inadvertently written something greater than yourself. In my case, it's exactly what I needed to read, and at the right time, at that! +1

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Good. I really didn't enjoy writing it.

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Art cannot exist without unreconciled pain. This is why the word "catharsis" exists. To paraphrase a smart man, "the most beautiful thoughts are always next to the darkest." If none of us lived a life of suffering, art would not exist. We would stop striving to attain something better; it's as simple as that.

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I'm halfway through writing a book that I will never be able to show to any of my family, because I really don't want them to know how bad my thoughts can get.