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meds...

meds...

I hate taking my meds,  stupid pills, several just to wake up and a handful later just to chill. This couldn't be my life you've got to be kidding me this is for real a handful at every meal. Everyday my mental illness Needs to be fed, nobody will truly ever know what it's like til they find themselves waking up dead.  It causes me so much pain,  so I try to abstain from substances that contain chemicals that will further destroy my brain. I let my illicit drug use become a habit, instead of taking my meds I turned into an addict. 

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