One pill.
Two pills.
Three pills.

Its become a habit. She looks at the empty pill bottles, staring at them wishing they could stop her.

Five pills.

With each pill, she fades, hoping the her world collapses, her mind shut downs, her body withers.

Six pills.

Those who care are far too clueless to see her changes. No one can see her for what she really is.

She gives up, nothing else matters.

More pills, more fading, then death.



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