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Pills With Spills and No Thrill

Pills with Spills and No Thrill About pills are dense; At all not made any sense; Left us in suspense. Pills in lower bowel; Exactly like wise old owl; Now on face will wear a scowl. Pills appear so sad; Always have been very bad; Part of a new fad. Suicide commit; Into picture did fit, Which I will admit. Jim Horn

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 9/7/2019 10:35:00 AM

My problem was not a pill, it was INJECTIONs. An injection also caused my dad to die recently. (complictions that arose from it) The doctors are really messing with us!!

James Horn
Date: 9/7/2019 1:22:00 PM

I am having panic attacks worrying about everything there is to worry about and have become obsessed with worrying house payments, car payments, having bad deck fixed and paying for it and being 78 years old. Have dreams of killing myself. Was taking trip on a train seeing mountainside. Travel represents death and dying. Dream obsessed about towels. I ran out of Seattle Seahawk towels and had to start giving out other towels and people became mad at me. On and on and on. It all seems hopeless and worrisome and do not know what to do. Also, always have feelings of incompetence and a lack of ability to solve problems.