Lestatmalfoy · Jul 27, 2011
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I am a slave to pills
and the sound of alarms.
For both I jump through hoops at the time they set aside.
Take me now, at this time!
Get up now you've got things to do!
Neither have the desired effect.
I grow weary of them drowning me in their noise.

 
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