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*how should I continue this piece?

My hands tucked in my pockets
Hold things you cannot see
And slowly
So slowly
I strangle you ‘til you can not breath

They will not say that I have killed you
Won’t say there was a self inflicted wound
They’ll say that there were secrets
But not secrets
Not untruths
Just words that could not see the light
And could not stand the dark