Nuy Darmadjaja
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

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Forty six pills

That I swallowed down my throat

The exact amount to make me die or having a coma

I did a meticulous research

I did not want to die

Death was not what I chased

I wanted an escape

To dismiss the pain

I could not take it anymore

I swear I thought I was about to go

There were slides

Of memorable memories in my life

I saw it peeled one by one

Then I was fading out

BOOM!

My heart was pounding

I woke up

On the very same bed

I did not die

What a shame

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    Nuy Darmadjaja

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