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Oct 2013
One
One drop led to thee end of me. 

One douse was all I had left. 

One tear ran through my blank face.

One pill left.

One of me on the floor. 

One drop of blood hit the cold, dark tile.

One little happiness was all I had; to know that the pain is almost over.
Bambi
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