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Apr 2013
I hold my happiness every morning in the palm of my hand
I swallow it one by one
Washed down with tap water
Feeling it make its way into my system
Taking chemicals through my bloodstream
Helping me to see things a little better.
My happiness comes in the form of five little pills every morning.
Colorful, white, dark
Capsules, tablets
I hold my happiness every morning in the palm of my hand
Katie Lorenzo
Written by
Katie Lorenzo  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Nick Durbin and Ally Rose
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