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May 2013
The yellow ones
make me feel more in tune,
than the orange did.
But the blue ones bring
me to an acceptable low,
where as the purple
just make me groggy.
There's four types of white
that inhabit different capsules.
I only take them when I'm feeling
ambitious.
The green are exotic,
revving me up, taking me to
a different world,
just like the ones shaped like
stars.
Maybe I can stop
self medicating,
when I feel even,
or just plain good.
But just for the hell of it,
I'll let them slide into me,
and make me feel like I'm full
of cement,
or glitter.
I'll take them to help me sleep
or stay up all night for
whatever adventure I'm brought.
I'll keep them around.
For now.
Written by
Andrea  21/F
(21/F)   
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