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Nov 2013
Black again.
Corner walls pulling me in.
Swallowing me whole.
I refrain from human contact.

Doctor, doctor what is wrong with me?
Yellow and round, 12.5mg.
Is this the form of happiness?
Swallow.

Lows are low, dense and confusing.
Highs are more than that, the best of times.

Darling pill are you my happiness?
Seems to be.
I need someone to save me.
Written by
Tayla Graham  Gauteng
(Gauteng)   
402
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