I was busy, felt like a disaster,
couldnt stand up strait, or
look you in the eyes.
I was shaking and felt broken,
i felt obligated to kick back,
then fell into a spriptease act.
I felt empty and contagious, couldnt
find the conclusion or the right
door.
THEN a light come on, , ,
THEN a light come on, and in that
light, stood my medication.....
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