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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576549" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Great OD</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One Pill<br>Two Pills<br>Three Pills<br>FOUR.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ten Pills<br>Twenty Pills<br>Fifty Pills<br>FLOOR.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fall down-<br>Hit the gorund.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes they blur, <br>Can't make out a word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spinning in circles<br>Can't seem to breathe<br>Legs they are swollen<br>Feet they feel weak<br>Laughing and crying<br>It seems like a joke<br>Like a game you're not playing<br>With the clear of the smoke<br>Reaching for help<br>Needing a hand<br>Can't even try<br>To sit<br>Or to stand<br>Falling back down<br>Breaths become weaker<br>You're starting to drift<br>Drift even deeper<br>Hopsital visit<br>At four in the 'mourn<br>Heart it seems broken<br>Yes, heart it seems torn<br>Parents-awake! <br>Daughter is dying...<br>She's left in a heap<br>On the floor crying<br>Carted away-<br>Strapped to a bed<br>'You're luck you're still-<br>Alive and not dead! '<br>But, it seems like a play<br>It just doesn't seem real<br>Yet, it's this pulse that they want<br>It's this life that they steal<br>Vials of blood<br>They seem to take<br>As smiles and sanity<br>You continue to fake<br>Grinning through tears<br>You try to hide<br>All of the pain<br>You hold onto your pride<br>Regurgitation<br>Takes over now<br>Out with the bottle; <br>Out with it somehow<br>'Everything will be okay-'<br>You hear in your sleep<br>You hear them say<br>But, then you are choking<br>And, dreaming and done<br>And, there just simply is no way<br>That it's these pills that have won<br>When you awake<br>When you come to<br>The pills are now gone<br>And, you are once again you<br>And, the pain it subsides<br>For merely one day<br>As you fall to your knees<br>And you begin to pray<br>You thank the lord<br>You're still alive<br>And, you let out a breath<br>And, you let out a sigh<br>As you finally see<br>You finally realize<br>That it just simply was not<br>Your time to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© copyright 2002 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry<br>Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nicole+Settimi">Nicole Settimi</a><div class=q>
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Two Pills
Three Pills
FOUR.

Ten Pills
Twenty Pills
Fifty Pills
FLOOR.

Fall down-
Hit the gorund.

Eyes they blur, 
Can't make out a word.

Spinning in circles
Can't seem to breathe
Legs they are swollen
Feet they feel weak
Laughing and ..."></div>
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