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sitting in a fast food place on the highway access road drinking coffee. five days of tramadol five years of pain. arthritis. the ******* doctors slam the credit card and do nothing except prescribe. call it in to the pharmacy where I can drive-thru for my fix. they say this **** is good for depression. hell the whole world’s depressed more or less so put it in the water. my therapy is the word. it will save my soul even if it never generates enough coin to pay for pain killers.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
pain killers
sitting in a fast food place on the highway access road drinking coffee. five days of tramadol five years of pain. arthritis. the ******* doctors slam the credit card and do nothing except prescribe. call it in to the pharmacy where I can drive-thru for my fix. they say this **** is good for depression. hell the whole world’s depressed more or less so put it in the water. my therapy is the word. it will save my soul even if it never generates enough coin to pay for pain killers.
kurt-nimmo
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
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