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I won't forget the day a paramedic looked me dead in the eye.
"Taking that much paracetamol could potentially destroy your liver."
"Yes I looked it up before and during taking them."
"You knew and continued to take the tablets either way?"
"I don't care about my life I continued, nothing good to live up to."
"You could have ended your life, this is very serious."
It felt condescending but I needed to hear it.
I remember it everyday.
"This is very serious."
I didn't care at the time,
Too busy attempting to understand my brain
and the difference.
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