I CONFESS

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I, I think a lot, about sad things. My unprescribed drugs help me with that.

Do not judge me, I need help not your scorn.

I need you to love me, don't you see?

Or are you too focused on what I've been doing.

So you've stopped loving me because I am not the perfect person you imagined me to be.

I need more of my medicine.

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