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I spent my 15th birthday
On my bedroom floor
Bottles of pills as the only company and comfort
I found my way out
With a mouth stuffed with sleeping pills,
I thought one thing:
"How could you be so selfish?"
I spit out the pills.
I pretended like nothing happened.
But I've still got the note I wrote
"I can't stand to be here anymore."
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