Am so sick of being here
Hate scared away my fear
I just say what I feel
And I am making enemies
More than my bill
But my sister says, “ chill
Or have a pill
If you want to live, still”
Chill? Me having a pill!
Would make me want to kill
I just wonder…
Is she talking for real?
june,2005
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