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I place pill after pill on my tongue
And swallow them one by one.
They leave a bitter taste
But all I can think of is how I am a waste
To society and I feel like giving up.
An hour later, my body feels heavier
A thorn in the flesh,
that we may feel pain,
death of a loved one,
that we all feel hopeless,
All these things to make us cry in anguish,
pall these things to make darkness laugh mockingly,
