T-Bl-Ts
Altering the effects of a certain chemical,
Though the results are only ephemeral.
It was always the last resort,
But still my life is a distort.
How much more support?
If I don’t drink up,
That water from my cup,
A stingy feeling on my tongue,
Like that time I almost hung.
They say I’m weak and pathetic,
For taking these tablets.
they are not empathetic.
So many colors,
Different sizes.
Will there be others?
And many more prizes?
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