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Sunday, January 24, 2010
this was from jan 22nd PILLS She looked at the pills by the bedside. Every day, she had to eat two. Two were supposed to cure her. Two were supposed to slowly free her from the illness. Two pills, that she had to swallow forcefully when others were enjoying their breakfasts. With tears in her eyes, she grabbed the whole lot and swallowed them.
8:41 AM
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