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Swallowing pills

To numb the pain.

Ain’t got much joy,

But at least no more pain.

They kick-in quickly

Befuddling my brain.

People like me

Are the reason for rain.

Met the Devil

Down a dreary avenue.

I had no soul to sell,

So away I flew.

I’m so sick of this shell;

Feeling so blue;

This season in hell;

Daily déjà vu…

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