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this is called Help.

they said accept it twice a day

between thoughts like autumn

[whirlwind, & passing ideas]

mom names it Smiles, she
called it Solution. you-
you don't know, it tastes
like Change. a reek
of Dependence, of
things that rot.

Warning: may cause;
delusions of normalcy;
nervous hands- that shake
when you swallow;
meetings on that corner of
insanity. A boy will call you
normal.

Continue until otherwise
recommended, i.e.,
saved.

or until hair smells of smoke:

sign of a mind that burns.

they say you have sad eyes.