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Useless waste of space... I've got a list, a list of scripts so I can self Medicate. Doctor's orders to fix my head, they aren't working for me. What color pills work with your brain? Can happiness really be prescribed? Or will these pills kill me? Sometimes, that's what it feels like. Medication. Please be sweet to me. Medication. Take a hold of me. I'm so broke, and irritated with all these fucked up situations. From Letras Mania