These drugs, man. They are no joke.
My belly is now riddled with tiny pink pinpricks, and the pinker circles of small sterile bandages. As I roam the streets I suffer sloshes of emotion. I tear up outside a Christmas window display. I remember a slight from five years ago and become nearly blinded with rage. And then I want to sleep.
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