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As she picked up the bottle of pills, the song of death and pain filled the room, where she sat with the bottle of pills. Alone, as she blocked out the words of her mother, there she sat with the bottle of pills. Hate and Love, Hate and Love, chanted through her head as she turned and turned the lid of the bottle of pills. What’s life with hate so near through her house, and love so much dearly who she cannot have, and the lid comes off of the bottle of pills as she sits there. Her heart thumps without no meaning, no meaning in living, and no meaning to be who she is, an empty heart, as she downs the pills thump........thump........ thump........ September 27, 2000 |
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