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Accidents

She snickers
at the mention
of an "accidental overdose".

Her closed mind
believes it to be suicide.

"I don't know," I protest.
"Four medications treating
four different things?".

She will not be converted.

All I know,
is they scare the living shit out of me.
Written by Tenderloin
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