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hands on my face
lights in my eyes
yet i- sleep
the drugs too strong
i can't fight
just a little- longer
no pattern
i
dont
know
what
to
say
the medicine.
it rips me out of
consciousness
what little i have-
left behind.
a sandpit.
sinking and drowning.
an ocean
screaming and flashing.
warm golden sunshine-
then finally- nothingness
awake to unconscious.
-waking up confused.
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