she goes to the doctor whose all dressed in white
she says she wont **** herself but she knows she might
he gives her happy pill to stop the voices in her head saying shed be better off dead she knows a single pill wont stop her pain
she needs a lot more to keep her sane
she goes to her bedroom and closes the the door
she takes one pill as directed but she knows shell need more
she downs the whole bottle and lays on her bed...
she was finely happy now that she's dead..
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
she goes to the doctor whose all dressed in white
she says she wont **** herself but she knows she might
he gives her happy pill to stop the voices in her head saying shed be better off dead she knows a single pill wont stop her pain
she needs a lot more to keep her sane
she goes to her bedroom and closes the the door
she takes one pill as directed but she knows shell need more
she downs the whole bottle and lays on her bed...
she was finely happy now that she's dead..
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