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• Broken_Shadow Newbie

  11 years ago
  I sipped on the bottle of whiskey, Washing away all of my troubles. As I sat in the chair thinking everything would be alright, but it wan't, It would never be, especially after she died. I went to the fridge and sipped down another bottle, soon to be passed out.
  
  When I woke up, I grabbed my pack of ciggarates and lighter. Smoked one, than lay down in my bed, And started to cry, drifting off into a nightmarish sleep. I got up again with a pounding headache, and turned on the news, "Hm, the f---ers are still trying to find out who murdered the mayor." I mutter finally. I suddenly felt a tremendous pain in my chest, and felt my last heartbeat.

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