Little Pills

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Those little white pills so easy to swallow,
in my own self pity I wallow.
Handful after handful,
passing in and out,
trying to take myself away,
to a place that holds no doubt.
The demons inside me find their way out,
leaning over that white bowl,
realizing its time to leave this town.
Time to leave this state,
this country,
this world.
Never to be seen again,
my thoughts becoming unfurled.
Sent away,
to a "better place",
no one can help me,
until the memories are erased.





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