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I sent it At three AM On one of those nights Where silence gets violent And I'm alone in my head. I told you about the Tiny pink pills And how If I took eight I would sleep forever. I gushed that They were hidden Under the toothpaste slathered Countertop In my bathroom. I told you I loved you But that You weren't enough to stop me anymore. I did actually consider it. It was one of those nights. But at some point, As I laid on top of my comforter And shivered under the fan, I realized that You weren't going to wake up And convince me out of it. I also thought About how my mom was A light sleeper. How the floorboards would sound like Orchestras And the cabinet Would be the symbals To her. I fell asleep Numb, But naturally numb, And woke up wondering What you would say. You didn't say anything.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
Kind of Like a Suicide Note
I sent it At three AM On one of those nights Where silence gets violent And I'm alone in my head. I told you about the Tiny pink pills And how If I took eight I would sleep forever. I gushed that They were hidden Under the toothpaste slathered Countertop In my bathroom. I told you I loved you But that You weren't enough to stop me anymore. I did actually consider it. It was one of those nights. But at some point, As I laid on top of my comforter And shivered under the fan, I realized that You weren't going to wake up And convince me out of it. I also thought About how my mom was A light sleeper. How the floorboards would sound like Orchestras And the cabinet Would be the symbals To her. I fell asleep Numb, But naturally numb, And woke up wondering What you would say. You didn't say anything.
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
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