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Aug 2013
How many pills does it take?
for death to be my fate
this routine
makes me scream
woe is me
but really
woe is me

wake up tired
fight through the day
as if its hard to do nothing
fight these thoughts
die

go to sleep wide awake
thinking still
haunting
another day wasted
sweet coma
come

this routine will be
the end of me
whatever is left of me
what is left?

courage to live
or courage to end it
as if that's ******* brave!
it's weak
but I feel I can't
grow any weaker

I
Can't
          Feel
8/1/13
Tana Marie B
Written by
Tana Marie B
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   skyyy, --- and Harriet Maguire
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