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you take in a breath
and look down you see yourself lying on the ground an empty pill bottle lies near and on your cheek a single tear cut open too, are your wrists your hands no longer clenched in fists you can only think how beautiful you look and wonder why this long you took you smile to yourself pretty, you finally are happy, you leave to somewhere far
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