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overdose
memories in my head
remind me im dead
dead as my forever unconscious body
stares at the ceiling
it hurts to look at my reflection
without an injection
syringes and pills scattered all over my table
i know that i was never able
able to live like most
for everyone i'm just a ghost
this is the end
i say goodbye to family and friends
i know i made a fatal ...
Sunday 22nd September 2024 3:47 pm
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