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Jul 2013
"you're shaking, ***."
she wears a concerned look.
"It's my meds. "
I ******* hate myself.
"You've been in bed all day."
I close my eyes to nausea
to pain
"Yeah. Sick."*
My whole mind and body quakes
I'm a monster,
in the midst of eternal transfiguration
I'm in withdrawal.
Anna
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