There I was looking outside my window, Picked up my Medicine. I was looking afar saw the birds flying, I picked up my Medicine. I wish I could still be what I used to be but I took my Medicine.
My head went blank, Because of the Medicine. My arm had lines Like branches on a tree, so deep like a pit. I took my medicine, Slowly taking it in my mouth. I laid there on my bed. with the medicine slowly drifting inside me.
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