LYRIC

I'm just a bundle of suppressed nervous ticks
My medication is making me sick
A fog upon the brain
A stagnant cloud which neither storms nor dissipates

I was a fury of force and holy fits
I was a turbulent, productive narcissist
But as I live and breath I am being erased
By tiny increments, with every pill I take

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