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I know you're here to help but
This sick is overflowing
No matter how many pills
Pills i consume
I cant escape this forboding
This insistent feeling
"Im doomed"
This cry-baby self-pity
This self-loathing
The silly notion that they pop within me
That they squeezed the life out of them
That they pop
Pop
Popping pills
Too many pills.

I obsess over their intentions
I obsess over the minute details of their effects.

I swear i didnt mean to think it
It just popped into-
Like one pops a pimple-
Like one jumps into a pool of green stool-fresh water-
Right into my dome.
It can stop.
We could sleep.
One more pill.
Then
No more pills.

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