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Apr 2014
She opened the bottle
It could be over so easily.
Pouring all of the little white tablets
Into her cold palm.
Slowly looking up into the mirror
She saw those dull green eyes,
Once bright with adventure
now dark with regret.
She looked down at her phone
That message still showing.
"**** yourself" it said
And finally she did.
Reagan Kulka
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