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Nov 2013
i'm scared of my imbalances
within my cerebral chemicals,
that the doctors try to fix with
pills and a locked room
with no windows and only
a bed that feels like paper,
with no strings allowed in pajama bottoms,
and blood being drawn every day,
then given a slap on the wrist,
and sent out on the false promise of
"i'll never do it again."
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L  27/F/Boston
(27/F/Boston)   
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   Jay
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