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My mind off meds is scary. Dependent on mood stabilizers opens up weak petals. Freed from the third floor shows bi-polar colors dancing in awkward jerking motions. Kill me, kill me, as pirouettes scream bloody murder. Sip and swallow, watch my emotions return to blank. This prescription reminds me of how insignificant my feelings towards life are. I gotta live for the satisfaction of others to avoid that hospital bed and zero calls from home. This penitentiary mind state, causing me to lose faith, flushing the lust for life down the toilet. I wanna drown in the dead sea, bloated salted caramel drop, sleeping at the bottom of the ocean. Blooming in my casket, purple and blue, restricted air flow. My stems suffocate and choke me, taking me on a dying induced trip, coma filled tour of this burning underworld.
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