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Rope


Rope, it’s used to tie thing’s, I don’t think people is one

You tied me up, I never asked for you to do this.

I see you're tieing another rope, it hangs from the ceiling.

Are you gonna hang me? Am I gonna die?

I got hanged, You are a MONSTER!

A HORRIBLE PERSON!

And I can no longer move, I have died, I am dead.

 
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