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Fatal Pills
Contributed by
DeathByLove
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Thursday, 8th July 2004 @ 02:08:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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The hand I called my own popped 8 small pills into my dry deserted mouth, Why am I doing this to myself? I get to school with the lunch I packed nobody knows what I'm hiding...Until finally my mind starts to race. I had to tell or my heart would fail. I told my friend her face going cold with disgrace. A tear appears falls to the ground with nothing not even a pound. As it hits the ground all is silent. I walk to class I feel as if I'm going to pass. I shake with fear finally uncontrolably. The next time I wake I hope I get fate.
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Re: Fatal Pills
(User Rating: 1 ) by HellsLibrarian on
Thursday, 8th July 2004 @ 02:13:47 PM AEST (User
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how sad. |
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Re: Fatal Pills
(User Rating: 1 ) by Pyrofungus on
Thursday, 8th July 2004 @ 03:22:17 PM AEST (User
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wow that is sad...great poem though..
please comment on my work too...if u want
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