03-08-2008, 10:02 AM
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These pills are of no help
This blood is of no importance
This life is hollow
This soul is miserable
Her life is an endless cycle
All she wants is to be happy
Her mood is never stable
All she wants is for it all to stop
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Dozen pills
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Bottles of Vodka
Visions blurred
She gives into the beyond
Hoping the cycle will stop at the disguise
Of death
Of that face so used to misery
One last tear before she departs
One last breath before he realises
One last gaze
One last time
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