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The curtains are closed

the door is locked.

Every thoughts been thought

every word been talked.



The comfy seat

will be the best,

to sit

to die

to end

to rest.

The pills are taken

the vodka too,

there is

no more

for me

to do.

Just sit in stupor

with drunken head.

Stare at

the floor

stare at

the bed.

Mind is cloudy

head full of sand,

room is

spinning

coming in

to land.

Darkness looms

all hope is past.

Struggle

for breath

heart so fast.

Body

trembles

head

rolls back.

Spittle

dribbles,

heart attack.

Body slumped

in comfy seat.

Note

from

hand

lands

at my feet.



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