2 am

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It's 2 am and I've been up for hours,
Watching shadows passing by.
I look outside and see the clouds in the sky,
I close my eyes because I'm slowly losing my mind.
Then I hear a whisper,
"It will be alright, just breath.
Take this bottle and we will fly.
Don't worry you will sleep."
I grab the bottle,
One, two, three, four,
I get some water and down some more.
Slowly I slip away.
As the last tear slides down my face,
The last thoughts erased.
No longer feeling alone,
The voices say,
"You're off on your own.
This is the only way."
To skip everyday in replay.
Mother rushes in,
But how could she have known?
The poor little girl that she once watched grow was slipping away more and more each day?
As she falls to the floor,
At last in silence.
Don't cry
Don't fret
I've payed my debt.

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