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They wanted to refer me there again. It was my second time, sitting in the ****** room. How are they oblivious to the fact that western medication flattens you out in no colours. That your emptiness, gets heavier, and your days get cloudier. They said, i need medication. They don't know that the countless prescribed pills you force down your throat, isn't far from drugs you'd normally abuse yourself. You still sleep third-quarters of the day, or you get so ******* edgy and jumpy, you got insomnia. That the very same pills they give you, didn't make you feel better. They turn you so bad, it feels like an ad infinitum of numbness. Trust me, i know. I've been there before. Sitting in the ****** room. ( FAH )
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Referal to the Institute of Mental Health
They wanted to refer me there again. It was my second time, sitting in the ****** room. How are they oblivious to the fact that western medication flattens you out in no colours. That your emptiness, gets heavier, and your days get cloudier. They said, i need medication. They don't know that the countless prescribed pills you force down your throat, isn't far from drugs you'd normally abuse yourself. You still sleep third-quarters of the day, or you get so ******* edgy and jumpy, you got insomnia. That the very same pills they give you, didn't make you feel better. They turn you so bad, it feels like an ad infinitum of numbness. Trust me, i know. I've been there before. Sitting in the ****** room. ( FAH )
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
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