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she sites in the corner
eyes all puffy and red
listening to the voices
wishing she were dead
the blood flows down her arm
a temporary relief
the pills in her hand
are a more peranent retreat
she looks at the plethora of pills
the closer she comes
the farther she gos
she just wants to die
but the pills in her hand
just don't seem to go
her mouth is empty
just like how she feels
she wishes she could
just take these pills
but she cant seem
to do this simple task
her courage is gone and
will power is shot
so once again the relief she wants
is the relief she almost got.
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Posted by pinkangel93 on 2009-10-17 22:53:56 | Rating: | Views: 40
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