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Hanging is really easy. Those guys, the guys who masturbate w... Auto erotic asphyxiation. So I am really suicidal. I hanged myself. I was pass out drunk anyway. Hanged myself sitting down and if you don't that is possible, I can send you photos of my "rig"
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A suicide story

by chloroxy

Hanging is really easy. Those guys, the guys who masturbate w... Auto erotic asphyxiation.

So I am really suicidal. I hanged myself. I was pass out drunk anyway. Hanged myself sitting down and if you don't that is possible, I can send you photos of my "rig"

I went down into blackness and then I was sitting across from myself hanged.

It was total detachment. I hanged myself finally. I was sitting there hanging.

Then like a marionette, my eyes sprang open my neck looked up and my hanged self looked at me with utter contempt and anger.

And surprise. I saw surprise.

I have really striking blue eyes and I saw them bugging out.

My hanged self slapped my hands around my neck. He was making suffocating noise. He was trying to get the cord off. He kept looking at me like "what have you done? what have you done?".

I could see my hanged self couldn't get the cord off. It was too tight. I had perfected my suicide technique.

He kept looking at me "What have you done? what have you done?"

My hanged self was making suffocating noises and that accusing look. He couldn't get the cord to shorten out. I had done it. I hanged myself and now I was disembodied looking at my results.

My hanged self kept clawing at the cord, glaring and cursing at me.

Then I came back from the detachment. I told him, "There is a knot at the back of your neck. Try to loosen the knot at the back of your neck.

My hanged self starting clawing at the back of my neck. Trying to loosen the knot.

I saw his eyes light up when he got the knot loose. He took one deep breath and I was first person again.

I didn't feel like calling the goddamn 911. I mean whats the point?

I got up and splashed water on my face. I always had really beautiful blue eyes.

When I look in the mirror, I don't see those eyes anymore. I see the eyes of a man I tried to murder.

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