Pills

July 13, 2013

10pm:

She sits outside. Let's the rain fall down just to hide her tears and wash away pain and blood.

2am:

Nothing's changed. Accepting that is what brings the pills. The blood isn't enough and she needs the drug to satisfy her craving.

5am:

There is nothing. The pills did their job.

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