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Dec 2019
I don’t like it
The taste of split pills
Bitter and sickening
I don’t like it
The feeling in my stomach
When doses change
I don’t like it
Knowing I’ll feel better
Once I swallow
Like I’m invalidating myself
I don’t like all these pills
But I can’t part with them
And honestly
I’m just so ******* fed up
With dealing with myself
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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