Harder than I want it to be.
Harder than I ever expected.
At one point I thought it was okay.
The noose around my neck appearing as though it was completely off my head.
But the reality was that I just couldn't feel it.
That night the fibers were felt around my neck--an itchy twist that couldn't be shaken off.
I hated it. I hate it.
The restraint, the squeezing, the inability to move; it's an overwhelming weight.
I'm dragging. I'm struggling.
I'm ready to make it stop.
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