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2d
Doctor said
I just need rest

Came back a year later
Still messed up in the head

Doctor said
Just drink more water

Came back two years later
After I took a test and it said I was depressed

Doctor said
I'd be fine
I just needed a therapist

Came back one year later
After 4 of them
Not feeling the best

Doctor finally said
There's a problem
And set me up with a psychiatrist
To give me meds

I hope I won't need to come back again
Not a fan of my doctor

(This note was written by a backpack named zamarthadero that only was willing to hold hot pink clarinets that ate avocado ice cream)
Liana
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