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pills are cool, anti-depressants AIN'T
2026-07-28
okay i've been on them pills for a minute.
which is worse drugs or anti-depressants?
drugs numb or activate the parts you want gone or there,
anti-depressants just numb.
pain, echoes through the black hole,
with them it's just hollow.
gone, nothing to remember them by,
my pain defines me, is that a lie?
mandatory pills are gone, pills are now taken by desire,
flying? high and high,
but we told you, all that's up comes down,
doesn't matter if you frown, napoleon without a crown?
napoleon complex, what did socrates say?
hitler complex, one ball index,
that's where this poem ends.
without anti-depressants i can let it out again.
not knowing what it is or what i gain,
beach volleyball or bitch volleyball? here comes the serve,
serving the servicer where he works.
here comes the swerve, i'm out this bitch,
rich or poor you wind up in a ditch.
WHAT A TIME TO BE ALIVE, I FEEL I POWERING UP,
EYE SAID EYE, WRITTEN ON THY THIGHS,
I WANT THY, DON'T ASK ME WHY.
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