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6/23 The pills don't stop the stream of poems flowing through my head However I can't feel how the shapes of the phrases fit together now I think the medicine has ****** the magic out of the alphabet 9/8 House ***** doesn't cut it anymore I'm sitting at my favorite bar starving for human interaction If everyone can go to sleep without help why can't I? I can't stop panicking I have two pills left 13 days before there is a reason to stay up late They say history repeats itself I am becoming identical  to the child I was before I scrubbed my veins out 10/04 "The doctor wouldn't give me ambien." "Again?" "Yeah, I'll trade you my Kolonopin for your Ambien" "Deal." An exchange of words between my mother and I. 11/13 My weakness came in the form of an oval shaped pill which put me to sleep But not the ones the doctor tried to give me I have started to notice how bad it is by the pouress wood of the bedside table being stained with ivory dust Up the sinuses Swallow some Xanax while you're at it I haven't washed dishes in a week **** I haven't eaten either 1/31 I left powder on the bathroom counter of my parents house I hadn't realized I was addicted to you, and the sleeping pills where my crutch when you couldn't give me what I wanted I knew I'd need something familiar when you left me At least I didn't lose sleep sleep sleep over you 2/3 I asked for help I'm fine I'll be fine I haven't really slept in years anyway
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
Pills and Slippery Slopes
6/23 The pills don't stop the stream of poems flowing through my head However I can't feel how the shapes of the phrases fit together now I think the medicine has ****** the magic out of the alphabet 9/8 House ***** doesn't cut it anymore I'm sitting at my favorite bar starving for human interaction If everyone can go to sleep without help why can't I? I can't stop panicking I have two pills left 13 days before there is a reason to stay up late They say history repeats itself I am becoming identical  to the child I was before I scrubbed my veins out 10/04 "The doctor wouldn't give me ambien." "Again?" "Yeah, I'll trade you my Kolonopin for your Ambien" "Deal." An exchange of words between my mother and I. 11/13 My weakness came in the form of an oval shaped pill which put me to sleep But not the ones the doctor tried to give me I have started to notice how bad it is by the pouress wood of the bedside table being stained with ivory dust Up the sinuses Swallow some Xanax while you're at it I haven't washed dishes in a week **** I haven't eaten either 1/31 I left powder on the bathroom counter of my parents house I hadn't realized I was addicted to you, and the sleeping pills where my crutch when you couldn't give me what I wanted I knew I'd need something familiar when you left me At least I didn't lose sleep sleep sleep over you 2/3 I asked for help I'm fine I'll be fine I haven't really slept in years anyway
jamie-r
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
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