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Just another one...

Time has come to rest and I take a deep breath,
It's a restless night once again.
My heart can't stop crying and neither can I.
I look at my clock, its 4:30 am
I'm shrug and groaned a little as I sit up in my bed.
Motionless and tired I look at the floor,
Before I stand up and take the bottle on my drawer with my glass of water.

I open the bottle and take one out, placing it in my palm.
Running my finger on it before I decide to swallow it out.
With a single tear I take a deep breath and cry silently.
I watch the clock as time passes, but it doesn't help.
I can't close my eyes.
One wasn't enough...
So I take another.

One was to help me sleep,
Two were to help it go faster,
Three to make it last,
Four to make me dream a little longer,
Five to make me wonder my dreams in tears,
Six where to make me forget the pain.
Seven where to make time pass for a long while.
Eight were enough to help it end.
But nine, ten, and eleven where to make sure I would never come back...

To never make that pain come again,
To try and let you go.
To give a reason to move on...
So I can restart...
So you can move one,
So I could disappear...
Written by Bossarella
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