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Dec 2016
The air swirls above me a charcoal black tainted with moonlight:
Why am I awake I whisper aloud...
The pills didn't work again,
Time to take more I guess...

1 Pill
        2 Pills
                 3 Pills
                          4 Pills
                                   5 Pills

I remember you said never take 6,
But black is my favorite color, you would know...
6 Pills
The air swirls black around me one last time as my eyes close forever.

*Goodbye
"1 Pill should work, if not take more but please, never take more than 5."
*Why?*
"Because if you take 6 you might fall asleep and never wake up."
*Oh ok, I promise*

Never trust me with the power to control my own life,
For others have controlled it since the day I was born.
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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