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Jan 2018
Everyday I wake up, full of dread
Of the battlefield that's in my head
The drugs don't work, they just make it worse
Is such a truthful piece of verse
At least that's the way it's been for me
Dragged me further down than I've ever been
I was always against suicide
Until these Prozac got inside
This now broken thing that was my mind
I think it's time I put those pills behind
Me, now I know I have had enough
Life is getting far too rough
I've never been this scared before
I was in control, or so I thought
Now I know I know what's best
Now I know I need to take a rest
Prozac are very dangerous tablets, they may have helped some people but they have scared the **** out of me.
Ian Lewis Copestick
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Ian Lewis Copestick  45/M/Stoke On Trent
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