i sip
the poison daily.
small sips.
i don't want to do it
all at once.
too dramatic.
i want people at
bedside
telling me how
much they love me.
how they're going
to miss
when i'm gone.
when they leave the room,
i smile.
finally
i know what love is,
or pretends to be.
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