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An opened bottle rests in my hand I never expected you to understand one pill down, but I don't feel a thing I figured there'd at least be a sting 5 pills down, still nothing new maybe I didn't think this through 10 pills later, everything's a blur maybe this is what you'd prefer 20 pills down, there's now nothing to see masked by my mind's treacherous debris 27 total and the bottle rolls to the floor a tear escapes my eye as I whisper "I need more"
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
On the bathroom floor
An opened bottle rests in my hand I never expected you to understand one pill down, but I don't feel a thing I figured there'd at least be a sting 5 pills down, still nothing new maybe I didn't think this through 10 pills later, everything's a blur maybe this is what you'd prefer 20 pills down, there's now nothing to see masked by my mind's treacherous debris 27 total and the bottle rolls to the floor a tear escapes my eye as I whisper "I need more"
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
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