Self-hate poem

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As you swallow the pills,

You can't stop crying,

You get the chills,

You wish you could start flying.

Fly away

To lose the pain

Somewhere you could stay,

Where there is no rain.

Do you really want to lose?

Is it true?

You have to choose

If you want to leave everything that belongs to you

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