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"What's that for?" Mum asks "School assignment." I reply fast She nods and leaves the room It'll be over soon I'm sitting cross legged on my bed The last knot is fed I'm suddely wondering Is this classed as sin? It's a little too late It's only a little wait Tightening the rope Around my neck I take my final step The last thing I'm hearing Is my mother screaming...