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Pills for the sick girl
She stood up,
Blood dripping down her fingers,
And moved so slowly,
Walking through the house unnoticed,
To to the cabinet,
Where all the pills are kept,
She took out an orange bottle,
And dumped the pills into her hand,
Too many to count,
Just a blur of white,
She walked to the kitchen,
And took some water,
Then walked back to this hole,
Where she stays,
Hiding,
And dumped the pills into her useless body,
She swollowed and felt them hit her stomach,
Death,
She prayed,
Come quickly,
As she sits,
Waiting for them,
Waiting for them to poisen,
This body,
This body she calls her own,
She bleeds,
She cries,
She drinks,
She dies.
