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My heart beats a little too strong, and then a little too weak. But they tell me there are pills for that.
My mind races and my body shivers like leaves in a storm. But they tell me there are pills for that.
My eyes are closed and I fear to open them, I can’t take anymore tears. But they tell me there are pills for that.
My body is still and my mind is numb, I feel nothing.
“Ah,” they say, “the pills have worked.”
