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I'm like a pill, Because if you swallow my well-being, You will be relieved of your worries, sicknesses, and ailments, But too much of anything isn't beneficial for any of us, And too much of me Could leave your tongue escaping from your mouth, And the irises of your eyes attempting to meet your brain, Which is why you should take me Within considerate reason, And not take me for granted. Swallow me whole, Wash away your pride, Feelings of me running deep inside you. I swallow you, I swallow you whole, I swallow you down. You are the perfect pill for my ills. I can see the comely contents of your character Labeled on a container, And as soon as it becomes empty, You will see me rushing To get a refill of your grace. Ever since you were prescribed to me on May 13th, I've never listened to my doctors Who assume to know What is best for me. I consume that dear, special, deep word Like a space cadet of an overdose. I need you within my reach, I need your relief, I need your reassurance, I need you to care.. But what I need the most of from you, Is your affection. Originally written 7/2/11 Revised 10/15/14 (c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Pills
I'm like a pill, Because if you swallow my well-being, You will be relieved of your worries, sicknesses, and ailments, But too much of anything isn't beneficial for any of us, And too much of me Could leave your tongue escaping from your mouth, And the irises of your eyes attempting to meet your brain, Which is why you should take me Within considerate reason, And not take me for granted. Swallow me whole, Wash away your pride, Feelings of me running deep inside you. I swallow you, I swallow you whole, I swallow you down. You are the perfect pill for my ills. I can see the comely contents of your character Labeled on a container, And as soon as it becomes empty, You will see me rushing To get a refill of your grace. Ever since you were prescribed to me on May 13th, I've never listened to my doctors Who assume to know What is best for me. I consume that dear, special, deep word Like a space cadet of an overdose. I need you within my reach, I need your relief, I need your reassurance, I need you to care.. But what I need the most of from you, Is your affection. Originally written 7/2/11 Revised 10/15/14 (c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
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