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Feb 2018
He said it might not work,
I hoped it would.
He said it will take time,
I hoped that in time, I would heal.
He said it might only just ease my pain,
I hoped, it would be enough to let me survive.
He said I might feel weaker than ever,
I only just hoped it would be enough to make me want to live another day.
I hoped.
Hope, it was the greatest side effect of the pills.
There are lots of things about medication for mental illnesses that the doctors conveniently forget to mention.
Katherine Storm
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Katherine Storm  28/F/India
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