Count them. Sixty beautiful blue and red pills. My ticket out of here. Away from the black cloud that never leaves me. Away from the people who try but never understand. My chance to finally sleep, the deepest, longest sleep there is. I ask the question: do I want this? The pills go back in the bottle. Until tomorrow.
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Beeme | August 20, 2010 - 22:56
Dark feelings beautiful expressed in my opinion, I like the ending, it means, for me, I can atleast hope the future might get brighter.
Beeme xx