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Expiration date
A bottle of vodka, an escape in sight
The pain too much, i'll end it tonight
Four bottles of pills, thats what i ate
One final act, to seal my due date.
My hands are shaking, the end is near
A life full of sorrow, lets not mention the fear.
Im feeling sick, im out of breath.
Im closer to death
My ears go deaf
The air is thick
I gasp and i choke
That is when
I finally expire
The pain too much, i'll end it tonight
Four bottles of pills, thats what i ate
One final act, to seal my due date.
My hands are shaking, the end is near
A life full of sorrow, lets not mention the fear.
Im feeling sick, im out of breath.
Im closer to death
My ears go deaf
The air is thick
I gasp and i choke
That is when
I finally expire
Published Yesterday
Author's Note
Tipsy enough to write, too sober to finish the act
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Yesterday 10:24am
Well I hope this is fiction and you continue writing not offing yourself. Great poetry.
