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May 2018
The doctor says I’m ill
Unable to function so they give me a pill
Still unable to get rid of this condition
But trying to fix me seems to be their mission

My muscles are weak
Poisoned by those drugs, I can hardly speak
Is this cure supposed to be this bad?
Because if this is I’d rather be mad
This is about my current frustration with the medication I take at the moment for my bipolar disorder.
Maes
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Maes  24/Genderqueer/The Netherlands
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