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Tasteless
I'm on depression, Like it's a medication.
Take by mouth twice a day, Weekends count in this charade.
Take with plenty of water, after a meal of fodder,
Tasteless fucking junk, prepared by the cunt next door.
Swallow whole, because she worries for my soul.
I swear to god, this woman is a walking fraud.
Why does no one see? There's no one in this world but me!
I'll keep taking this medication, only to prove I need the sedation.
Published 17th Feb 2015
| Edited 30th Apr 2015
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17th Feb 2015 9:35pm
18th Feb 2015 4:45am
Anonymous
25th Feb 2015 1:05am
This is brilliant.. nice write..
Dave
Dave
26th Feb 2015 5:56am
Anonymous
28th Apr 2015 10:59pm
Deep and excellent job on the description. I remember being on meds but the feeling was like they were killing me slowly like the smog in Los Angeles.
30th Apr 2015 00:56am
I love your comments so much. Thanks for reading, and yeah, I hated taking the medication I was prescribed. I just didn't feel like me.
Anonymous
30th Apr 2015 6:09am
I know the harsh feeling
