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By: Lobelia89

Page 1, my 2nd poem like this its not that good

There's pain all over

I'm sick every day

I get in fights just to kill this pain

It doesn't work

This pain over comes the other pain

Ive had enough

I get some vodka

I get some pills

I take a fist full of pills

I drink have the bottle of vodka

After awhile i fell tired

But the pains still there

I take more

Every thing bleary

I finish them both off

I get weaker

But the pain

Well it ever go

I close my eyes one last time

Thinking ill fell reef

No just the pain that will never go

Even in death

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