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The Doctor's Still Don'T Know

Diagnosis another two edged sword Here we go some other pill to swallow choke it down and see Will this one leave me blowing me nose in my hand or crying for days on end on the floor? What about the mysterious rash? erectile dysfunction like that other cocktail dose? but I'm sure with this new big word they can help me I know they must be close Diagnosed and diagnosed and if i get upset or agitated for the tortures ive endured for my side effects heaven forbid another presciption a new name for my mental state and here we go again Drug induced psychosis Manic Bi polar Schtsophrenic of the disorganised type schitso effective mood disorder but none of them knows anything thats been going on in my life Respiridone makes you fat and five years of dieting and exercise wont be enough to take it off but the blessing of all the work out books and magazines you read is you will learn a lot Stellazine makes you twich and drool but they will smile as you have these spasms and say they've never seen you better and as you feel so hollow never ever dare to get confused and ever have a temper Swallow this swallow that the antidepreesants are killers literally and I'm still singing about my friends as i twiddle my thumbs about the lies and liars and who said what and the lawyers that wont let me talk Diagnosed several times a two edged sword called amnesty and talked to allah the joke of the switch board

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