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Odd flashes of light blurring everything Uncomfortable in my skin Hearts about to implode with megatons behind it Colors smearing together as I blink Just one little pill "to even you out." "It'll make you happy again." Make them happy is what it seems Kick this habit             my happiness means nothing you are in very serious trouble Muscles tightly constricted  Hands turn from gods gifted tools to useless mangled mounds of bone and flesh and just like that it seems to slow and sputter to a halt. Nothing like was mentioned on the label.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
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Odd flashes of light blurring everything Uncomfortable in my skin Hearts about to implode with megatons behind it Colors smearing together as I blink Just one little pill "to even you out." "It'll make you happy again." Make them happy is what it seems Kick this habit             my happiness means nothing you are in very serious trouble Muscles tightly constricted  Hands turn from gods gifted tools to useless mangled mounds of bone and flesh and just like that it seems to slow and sputter to a halt. Nothing like was mentioned on the label.
Trying to type this with one semi functional hand
overthinker
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
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