overdosing on love. ( Eminem And 50 Cent Story)

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Curtis pov

I heard voices... One sounded like Marshall

My marsh

I wanted him to hold me

But from what I heard.. He doesnt remember me... I fought tears back.

The tube in my stomach was hurting me... I wanted to rip it out.. It hurt,

I needed Marsh, his warmth his laugh...
I needed him to remember me...

How can I help in a coma

I'm useless

I'm always and will be a useless

Why do I need Marsh...

I'm stupid

I'm useless

I'm better off dead

Twenty1eminem