Chlorine

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"They won't help you" I am told That those pills that come in brown bottles (With the child-proof caps that really Don't keep children out.... ...If they're smart enough to know How to open that bottle) Won't be my savior It's the same thing everyday (Every night) That sinks its claws into me Tears me apart Rips me open from the inside out Makes it impossible to concentrate On the words in the textbook (They just blend together) It's that <i>thing</i> That makes me sob uncontrollably Unable to do a thing, helpless Like a child caught in a raging river That can't swim (And so I drown) And I've got nowhere else to go Don't know what else to do I want help, I want methods So that I can be free of The <i>Thing</i> that tortures me If those pills can help me (Not be my savior, but just help me) Then it's not so bad, is it?

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July 7, 2009 17:48CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART

it would be good to get out of that river!! i love how this is written