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Seven Little Pills (Free verse) by kaykat

I feel so lonely again I swallow seven little pills I know that I shouldn't Pills and water my stomach fills One hour later I can't hold up my head I'm gunna pass out I need to go to bed The room is spinning I feel so weak My hands are cold I can barely speak I get to my house I go take a nap When I wake up There's puke on my lap I feel better now But the loneliness is back I take seven pills again Now everything is black

Bachus 23-Dec-02/12:35 PM
okay here goes. i went to see your homepage, and i'm a bit confused did you get the pills from, mom, britt, or just some weird doctor. lol. also are you a real distressed human young lady, or a drunk old lonely man with a crippled and psychotic imagination? regardless of all of that said..this poem is to punkrock what moist towelletes are to steak eaters at a casino somewhere in winnemucca nevada.




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