Side effects?A Poem by Wraith.
Doctor Doctor
Why do you prescribe these sugar bags Pseudo lies Wound my guts into knots Felt so sick and my head is pregnant with bad thoughts that haven't subsided, I did my spring cleaning in winter Filed the worst, tried to sweep it all out my ears But it crawled back in when I fell asleep A fresh day and a new hell
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Added on September 10, 2015 Last Updated on September 10, 2015 |
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