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Curiosity


 

 Is what did this to me,

 I remember the first time 

   I took 8 pills 

    Trying to stop the life 

      I used to think I was cursed with,

 Now it’s the 48th time 

  This was no longer curiosity it

   Was a want

    A want to die,

 I put a bag on my head 

 I sat and thought 

  Is this worth it 

   Doing this to my mom

    Sister

     My dog who was there for it all 

  I tried to take the bag  off my head and couldn’t 

   My body won’t let me 

 I screamed till a staff came     

 
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