This happened to me twice in my life, I survived my pills.
Can I speak without being dismissed? My voice runs silent as the shadows persist. Your painful missive eats at me. Your grin ruefully brings me to my knees. Sorrow and crying tears apart, my soul. Now I am a shell in the shadows of woe. Your violent, harsh words brings no hope. I longingly look to the stars, I can never cope. Relief is in my hands of metal grey. Its muzzle is in my mouth as I pray. Love you have won your prize. My soul in the silent shadows rises.
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