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Attempt number one
Ampicilin Those shiny red and black pills Twenty Failed attempt one Attempt number two Tylenol An affinity for red and yellow this time Vomiting Failed attempt two Attempt number three Starvation Void Failed attempt three Attempt number four Wine, Prozac and A razor Lovely sky blue and burgundy Time Failed attempt four Attempt number five Kidney No more pretty colours Pain Success |
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suicide gotta poem about it
Vicodin You came at a time when I needed you most You came when my best wasn't close to what I was capable of doing. You came right when I was going to give up Would it be wrong to say you rescued me? You gave me encouragement You stood by my side You told me keep going when I felt drained inside Would it be okay for me to say you made me who I am today? You never made me cry You never made me wonder why You were always on time You gave it to me when I needed it You were my angel in disguise Would it be too soon for us to jump the broom? You started fading away You came home with lipstick stains on your shirt You were always working late You needed some space You made me You made me do what I did today You made me realize I can't live without you You made me fill that empty space With 100 vicodin Would it be to late to say I was near death the day we met and you took it away only to bring it back? You made me accept my fate Suicide
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