Happy Pills (Creek)
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Last published Fri, Mar 20, 2020
Craig was fine. He hated himself, but that was normal. He was normal.
People whispered whenever they thought he wasn't listening. 'Freak,' they said. 'Psycho. Lock him up...' but that happens to everyone, right?
Craig didn't need friends. Not then, and certainly not now. Well, he had friends once, but that was a long time ago. When friends stayed.
They don't anymore...
He had his pills, and that was all that mattered.
Because when Craig took his pills, he had a friend.
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