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Pills.

I don't know when I became so dependent on the pills,

I think it was after the third or forth move,

When I was chasing away nightmares that kept coming true.

It started as just a way to sleep,

I was tired constantly,

And my body constantly pleaded for sleep,

The pills gave me that peace.

My life has never been simple,

I never just had a place to live,

Just had two normal parents,

A few siblings,

I never lived a good life,

It used to really bother me,

But for a moment when I swallowed the pills,

I forgot,

It was the only feeling I never fault,

It's not an addiction,

It's a way of life,

Just pass me the oxy,

I'll be alright.

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r-a-sanders
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Jan 22, 2013
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