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Jan 2018
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.
Written by
Sara Soko  21/Cisgender Female/Washington, DC
(21/Cisgender Female/Washington, DC)   
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   Lior Gavra and imperfectwords
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