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May 16
I have to be a good girl
and take my pills, like the doctor said
cause there is just no telling
what would happen inside my head
if I were to miss a dose or two
of the ones that make me smile
the ones that make me talk and laugh
and seem normal for a little while
what if I skipped the blue today
would it fill my head with sorrow
and what if I skipped the orange for once
would I wake up here tomorrow
what if I spilled the white ones out
and threw away the bottle
would I lose my mind for good this time
or dive in deeper like Aristotle
what would truly happen to me
if the happy pills, were gone for good
would I try to off myself
and would I stop it if I could?
Robin Wright
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Robin Wright  42/F/Houston
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