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Pain-Killers

I stare blankly into the night,
my mind muddled with exhaustion.
I have missed the point of pain,
skipping straight to raw agony.
As guilt threatens to engulf me,
I wipe away my tears.
My eyes linger on my wrist,
where the recent wound has not yet ceased to bleed.
This is not enough,
this pain does not suffice.
For what has he done to deserve this deceit, this prevarication, this mendacity?
I stand up, my decision made,
and walk down the hall.
It is impossible to change my mind,
and I know what I must do.
Grabbing my pain-killers from the bathroom,
I turn on the kitchen sink and fill a glass…

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