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Oct 2015
Rings on the table
From bottles of ***** left
When I passed out
Pills scattered on the floor where I dropped them
Blood stained shirt from self induced harm
Lights in the window
A loud noise growing closer
Sharp ***** in my arm
Tube down my throat
Oxygen forced in side of me
Sobbing in the background
Asking why
Beep beep beeeeeeeep
My heart stops
Sudden pain in my body
An electric current
A jummble of strange voices
"Hold on"
I dont want to
"You have to fight the choice is yours"
Then stop trying to save me
Rachel Brooke
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Rachel Brooke  20/F/Hickory Nc
(20/F/Hickory Nc)   
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