Antidepressant
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missrebeccaann
missrebeccaann I earned a Ph.D. in misplacing car keys
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“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Antidepressant

My savior takes form of a tablet that I swallow each day. It keeps me comfortably numb and my despondency at bay. Hail Mary full of grace, if grace comes in a pill. Blessed be the womb to the mother of psychosis, may my neurons bend to her will.

Who says happiness can’t be bought? Because it certainly can be sold. For sell at your local pharmacy, discarding sorrow.

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