cutter suicide death sadness depression unhappy falling rotting suffering
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attic beams bearing strange fruit
chair on the floor and bruise at the loop
queer friends hanging in the silent eaves
strange fruit dangling from the wooden beams
No way out
I’m going to die
FALLING
Catch me
No one does
Before falling
I’m FALLING
Before dying
I’m DYING
Cling onto something
Not someone
