Run
grew up on prozac
and paranoid bouts
had faith in nothing
but unrelenting doubts
had a broken mind
that was a bit too complicated
kept it consistently medicated
to make life simplicated
candy to keep her quiet
and uncomfortably numb
she knew how to bottle it
bottle it and run
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