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I’m,

Feeling this rhyme. Not killing,

For a dime.

I make that skrill it’s fulfilling, when you’re on them pills.

Talking about for anxiety, all types of variety.

I pop it all, but I hope I don’t fall,

into addiction,

and withdrawal.

My infliction,

to society.

I am not sure if this make sense to anybody other than me,

because I know you guys can never see,

what runs through my fucking head.

But I just write this as it comes out. No rough draft.

I’m not sure if you’ll like the aftermath,

This could be the reason I am dead.