16. Anymore.

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And in the silent night
unknown to everyone
in her room,
She quietly gulped down the bottle of sleeping pills
and went to bed,
with a smile on her face,
knowing that she would not have to face any painful mornings
anymore,
knowing that she wouldn't be a burden on anyone's shoulders
anymore.
knowing that she wouldn't have to mend the pieces of her heart thousand times after it being purposely broke
anymore.

Author's Note:
Please note that this poem isn't written to promote or support sucide at all.

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