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March 3, 2021
By Anonymous

Convulsing,

on the cold, hard floor.

foam and blood

flowing freely,

pooling on the ground.

 Empty pill bottle,

On the floor.

Someone screams.

My boy,

Sobbing,

 wailing my name.

The convulsions

stop.

As my eyes are rolling and

I’m drifting out of consciousness,

Sirens wail from far away.

I know I am Loved.



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