Don't Wanna Medicate (A #Panic Contest Short)
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It's hard hearing you can't do something, but it's even worse hearing that you can't do something ANYMORE. But, that's the difference between me and these fucking know-it-alls that say I can't do this on my own. Like, how messed up is that, thinking I can't fight my own MENTAL battles. I've done it for years, so why now? I don't want to take little pills that change who I am. I don't want to take hundreds of little pills trying to find one that works. And not to mention the side effects. I don't want to.
I don't wanna medicate.
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