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Medicated



Will I really feel better, if I swallow this pill?
Handle all the emotions, that I can't handle still. 
Justifying my sadness, and living with pressure.
Having a torture free mind, would that be a cure?
Would my words of struggle leave me? Would my voice be the same?
The one that defends others, the one that ends self-blame. 
Emotions felt normally, would lack inspiration.
These emotions are mine, felt without medication. 
I'll take away the burden, blind you from my coping. 
Should I not feel better? Hey, who is this helping?
I don't want you to suffer, I want you to feel free. 
Who deserves to feel better?
Surely, not me. 

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