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The pills lay bright in my hand
They were pink, and ones my father had to take each morning for his arthritis
But they were weak
Too weak to do any real damage
But I didn't know that then
So I swallowed
Passed out
They found me later that day, my mouth foaming and my eyes glazed
They didn't take me to hospital
Or even out of the house
- the media might see.

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