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Something Unreal

I hate the thought of having pills; the urge to purge is just too real

Every day I think why to live, why today… I walk the halls,
I see myself, all alone and all in vein

It’s not worth it, I grab the bottle from my purse, open it, close it, but it’s too late, I didn’t close it fast enough
I already grabbed one pill, two pills, three and four

I never know what tomorrow can bring, that’s been the reason stopping me

But its too late, I’ve finally learned what it can bring. Nothing.
Tomorrow never comes, and I’ll never be the one.

I’m done.

They’ll think this is a joke, a simple little lie, but when they reach in my purse
They’ll find something they can’t deny

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