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Oct 2020
Sedate me
Medicate me
Feed me pills until you break me

At some point the spinning has to cease
But when it does, who will I be?
When the constant shaking of my leg stops,
Will I be shoved into your box?
Do I exist outside of my habits,
Or does my identity require I have it?
Is there anything left that’s special about me
When I give in to treatment?
Penguin Poems
Written by
Penguin Poems  18/F/United States
(18/F/United States)   
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     Imran Islam, Eman and Carrie Crusoe
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