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The Drug
The Drug Amitriptyline Is my drug Not really crystalline I think like a slug So very very dragging So very very hampered So very very lagging So very very hammered I can not think I can not write I can not read I can not understand I can walk I can talk I can exercise I can drive A trade off Lose the crazy woes Do not unbelieve or scoff Or live in the shadows Easier to be alone Easier to hideaway Easier to be my own Easier to live that way Live in solitary Or to fight the darkness I am my adversary What a starkness To live in society Amitriptyline is required To end anxiety A new life is desired Slow with limited derailments Sleep too much Drugged but no aliments Amitriptyline is a crutch Last time 10 mg Then 20 and 30 mg Then 40 to 70 mg All the way to 80 mg In the end It began shirking No more dividends And it quit working Better for awhile To have some assistance A pleasant smile And a healthy existence