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A Pill

by Moonlover13

Just Like a Pill I take you every day to keep myself sane it's better than going to the land of insanity when they lock you up and throw away the key and you'll never see the light of day. They say it's all in your head and you have a chemical imbalance. They say they're doing it for your own so you don't hurt yourself or others. But how can it be for our own good when you do not get to live a life just surviving not truly living. So where's the good in that? I don't see it. All things are not black and white there is some gray in between. That will prove to you that I'm just as sane as you can be. Without losing the fire in your heart and the colors in your world. Because if the world was truly just black and white that's when you would really go insane from the drab of the mundane. Poem By Shelby Kathleen Nightingale
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Jun 3, 2017
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