blank expressions,
sore muscles,
an insatiable hunger
for things that material objects
simply cannot satisfy--
my body floats
and i am a slave to this depressive state.
white pills that
control my brain,
i can't just stop taking them.
i wish there were an easier way,
but i am tired of this
dependency (which i was told would never happen)!
every night, i have to swallow white pills
until the doctor says i don't have to.
exhale, inhale--holding my breath for that day.
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