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The Dopamines

von Vices

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Useless waste of space...

I've got a list,
a list of scripts
so I can self Medicate.

Doctor's orders
to fix my head,
they aren't working for me.
What color pills work with your brain?
Can happiness really be prescribed?
Or will these pills kill me?
Sometimes, that's what it feels like.

Medication. Please be sweet to me.
Medication. Take a hold of me.

I'm so broke,
and irritated
with all these fucked up
situations.
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