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Jan 2015
The worst thing about painkillers?
They take too long to **** you.
Bleeding is too messy,
I don't want them scrubbing my blood.
Hanging is too traumatizing
for whoever finds me.
Maybe I'll just disappear,
Find the nearest train track.
Shhh.
It's okay,
Keep quiet,
They needn't know my pain.
I'm just thinking.
Liz And Lilacs
Written by
Liz And Lilacs  America
(America)   
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