The Cold

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Tears and pills are swallowed
Cold water running from the metal pipe
I close my eyes back in my bed
I awaken hungry for food
My body turns cold as I faint
I wake up in fear crying
As I tell my mother.
My mother weeping with me
Rushing for help at the hospital
My conscience slipping in and out
Testing and monitors and all that
Funny talking and barely moving
Medically cleared after a while
Food satisfied me at last
I'm finally able to go home.
Don't do it
Don't think it
It will only hurt others
Even more.
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