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Pills, pills pills

When I feel them slide down my throat I get a pang of lust
One is never enough and 20 is never too much

Grabbing onto my thoughts and killing all the pain
Tell me Dr why do I need these again?

I have grown to love you more than anything else
I love you more than my own sick and twisted self

Who needs therapy when I have you
One more swallow to start a new

The only thing wrong with this deadly love affair
Is that I think nobody notices
Written by mysteriouslady
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