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Well

Here we are

It's yet again time to stare at each other 

For forty-five minutes

Jesus Christ this clock is loud?

Is it even moving?

Oh fuck man

Does she know im not listening?

I nod in agreement,

Yes, I'm less hostile

Yes, my mood is stable

No homicidal thoughts,

No suicidal thoughts either.

Thanks doc, have a good one.

The lies get easier

The pills get smaller

Your head gets less roomy

Your temper flares

Your mood destabilizes

Your hair goes grey

Your body aches 

Fuck where did this weight come from

12 hour naps

56 hours no sleep

Things that aren't there crowd my vision

Flood my brain

I'm suicidally manic

I can't hear my own thoughts

Nightmares

Vomiting

Diarrhea 

Constipation 

Sleeplessness

Fuck

What

Is

This

Poison