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the bottle painfully let misery down®

Not much good are they
if the pain doesn't go away
if they don't hold a cure
then there's no use for
them except to tease
looking as pretty as you please
but leaving 1 to beg and plead
bring the peaceful end that 1 does need....

She takes the 4 bottles of pills
off the shelf and swallows such thrills
every single one goes down to end
her pain not being able to hold her best friend.
But all that does happen
is just 1 more sin
it just makes her more painfully sick
what she thought would do the trick.
So a year and a half later she
still thinks of ways to end the misery
it's got to be a fool proof plan
so 1 more day not suffer without that man.
She always sees him when asleep and when awake
but it's just a dream that she can't take
anymore not being able to hold and kiss
the reason she lived is that man most precious.
Now she only exists on earth
no more does she have any worth
living she just can't do
if only those pills did what they were supposted to.
Copyright© 2012
She Misery Is Me SALLY
And Faron Is The Precious Gentleman No Question

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