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A small 5MG pill, a weird friend,
Anxiety is tamed, yet feelings bend.
It murmurs sleep in its restful catch,
Yet stirs starvation, a plunging trap.
Weight creeps in quietly,
It's a secret battle, causing silent misery.
Numbness lingers, a hazy shell,
A zombie's shuffle in a sober cloud.
Joy dims its light in the drug's embrace,
A lost song, a smile's faded trace.
Libido whispers, in a faint tone,
Lost in echoes, feeling all alone.
Tinnitus chimes, an unending melody,
A side effect's hum, a constant scream.
Without its help, anxiety takes me out,
Life's a whirlwind, a scrambled realm.
The pill, a choice with two sharp edges,
It's a wrestling match in a human scene.
About the Creator
Deborah Rivera Valentin
33, a boy mom with Puerto Rican roots in Massachusetts. Words? My refuge. Life's storms—from childhood days surrounded by struggle—drugs, alcohol, and abuse—I've fought for my place. In the pages of a notebook, I found my sanctuary. 📖✨
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