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Medicine, they say, eases the pain. Is it okay, then, if I take one more pill for extra luck? Sip, transparent liquid, with more colour to it than my face. Pale, as a snow flake, but stubborn and alive. It's been a while now and I feel nothing. Shifted into a helpless dimension, I am paralysed. More time has passed and I hear voices, dull, monotonous, life-less screeches "She's going to make it" White - a complete white wash. Thrown into life without my permission. I've made it, but perhaps one more pill won't hurt?
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
Medicine
Medicine, they say, eases the pain. Is it okay, then, if I take one more pill for extra luck? Sip, transparent liquid, with more colour to it than my face. Pale, as a snow flake, but stubborn and alive. It's been a while now and I feel nothing. Shifted into a helpless dimension, I am paralysed. More time has passed and I hear voices, dull, monotonous, life-less screeches "She's going to make it" White - a complete white wash. Thrown into life without my permission. I've made it, but perhaps one more pill won't hurt?
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
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