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I remember overhearing at the tennis game   "I always take painkillers, I can't seem to get                  the doctor to prescribe anything else             and I never sleep, and so with my morning               coffee, I slip some liquor in it                       and take some Anadin, as simple as that."       I sat and listened. Just in earshot.             "It just calms me down and sets me off for the day."               I see her take out a flask.                Opening the lid she breathes in.              "And days like this," she giggles.          "I bring extra."      Both the women now giggle              I smile               maybe this will work for me.                     That night I went home and straight                        to the medicine cabinet                 they sold paracetamol in tubs of hundreds                    I was only 14                    I'd only take a handful at a time          not enough to harm me                     little enough to go unnoticed                          I felt the rush even before I took them                          I still have the journal from that time                    an off-balance teenager who never fit in                          a longing for freedom so deep                       maybe this could give me the wings                              to fly. © Sia Jane
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Coffee mornings
I remember overhearing at the tennis game   "I always take painkillers, I can't seem to get                  the doctor to prescribe anything else             and I never sleep, and so with my morning               coffee, I slip some liquor in it                       and take some Anadin, as simple as that."       I sat and listened. Just in earshot.             "It just calms me down and sets me off for the day."               I see her take out a flask.                Opening the lid she breathes in.              "And days like this," she giggles.          "I bring extra."      Both the women now giggle              I smile               maybe this will work for me.                     That night I went home and straight                        to the medicine cabinet                 they sold paracetamol in tubs of hundreds                    I was only 14                    I'd only take a handful at a time          not enough to harm me                     little enough to go unnoticed                          I felt the rush even before I took them                          I still have the journal from that time                    an off-balance teenager who never fit in                          a longing for freedom so deep                       maybe this could give me the wings                              to fly. © Sia Jane
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
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