She loved her Oxy, Hydrocodone, and Xanax, the pretty colors and shapes. She sometimes poured them all into her hand. Did she think about it? Of course, some days. It would be so easy—a glass of water, her favorite videos.
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Tag: divorce
Nobody likes it when you scream in the street, when you turn over trash bins but can barely remember your own name.
(fiction)
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