December

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As she'd sit in a dark room all day

Her bones would waste away

And the sun behind the curtains

would dim in January

She wouldn't let herself sleep

Her clothes piled up in a heap

Like her thoughts would

in the early May

It was the early hours of the morning

in which she lay still

and silent

everything was dead quiet

But in her mind she screamed

and yelled out her pleas

as the tears streamed down her face

And it went lke this, for as long as she could remember

Until she took her mother's pills in September

And they just found her there

slumped over in her chair

And that was the coldest December

that anyone could remember.

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