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These pills help me sleep, but they give me these nasty dreams, coupled with morning headaches, that cringe me to my core. I had the hot sweats, a clone concept, what used to make my bed shake, you lingered in my head no more. During the waking day, I can go less than a few hours without you scampering across my mind. During the waking day, I distract myself with cold showers, and try not to think of when you were kind. During the waking day, I think of begging you to stay, So I swallow another sleeping pill, So I don't.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Sleeping Pills
These pills help me sleep, but they give me these nasty dreams, coupled with morning headaches, that cringe me to my core. I had the hot sweats, a clone concept, what used to make my bed shake, you lingered in my head no more. During the waking day, I can go less than a few hours without you scampering across my mind. During the waking day, I distract myself with cold showers, and try not to think of when you were kind. During the waking day, I think of begging you to stay, So I swallow another sleeping pill, So I don't.
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21/Cisgender Female/Washington, DC
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
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