Medicated away.

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I was so sure..
Twist top, twist top.
There were the right words..
Little pill, little pill.
In my mind like bright birds..
Foil seal, foil seal.
Somehow all now..
Swallow down, swallow down.
Chased away.

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Underneath My Skin

Poetry Sketches. Depression. Bipolar

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