It was only going to be a few scratches.
But few turned into ten.
Ten turned into 30.
30 turned into 60.
60 turned into disappearance.
Baby, I'm sorry.
They found me lying in bed.
A bottle of pills spilled onto the floor.
It was only going to be a few.
But baby it turned into more.
I'm sorry.~Levi~ 😶
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Thoughts to Think at Midnight
PoetryJust some thoughts to think for midnight thinkers.