Overdose

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Tonight,

I no longer care,

I will ask you once, 

to my own despair,

but in my hand, white crystals shine,

five stars..

on the count of three,

swallow whole, without aid of

water or,

sympathy.

for a world without you was little to none,

so why live a life that was worthless-

dull- intoxicating

darkness, fills me like the drugs

that blurred my mind

and helped me become blind

to the feelings that made me cry,

now immune to such delight-

tonight is my night-

first night, last night.

Dawn.. until day.

Day, until night.


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