Poem -
death of me

- The end is near
- I won't show fear
- My head will become clear when death is here.
- I keep swallowing tablets
- It's becoming to be a habit
- I cut my wrist the vain I missed.
- Will try overdose of methadone
- When I know im totally alone

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