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At first I was a little effexor, though my pulse hurried to get cipralex. My dreams were ****** and clonex, so trazodone I could barely feel my fingertips, yet zodorm enough to wake up in a cuckoo's nest. Pulling me out of my psychiatric diagnosis was never as easy as pulling me out of my morals and clothes.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Borderline
At first I was a little effexor, though my pulse hurried to get cipralex. My dreams were ****** and clonex, so trazodone I could barely feel my fingertips, yet zodorm enough to wake up in a cuckoo's nest. Pulling me out of my psychiatric diagnosis was never as easy as pulling me out of my morals and clothes.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
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