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No, I'm not having a bad day
I just lost myself in the pills
and forgot who I am
deluded with poisons
to cure ailments imagined
by society
"define me" I say
inhabited by regrets
wavering when faced with my conscience
Absolved of responsibility
by their degrees
and rationalizations
uncontrollable paranoia
aimed at the targets
who have deceived humanity
into a blind search
for an unreachable bliss
a euphoria, available by prescription
prerequisites include selling off
of any real feelings
emotional self-mutilation
is the byproduct of a troubled brain
slip into an easier consciousness
awash in muted light
averting eyes from your insides
mental scabs bleed, too
soothe them with a purple thrill
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