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Oct 2016
When you're so sick of pills
You think you might need pills
To fix the pounding, the pulsing of your brain
You're so sick
The treatment hasn't worked in years
And you say you're dead inside and out
Get therapy, kid
Get help
Gosh just get with it
kaycog
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