A pill resin
Swirls around my real resin
And I ask
Which one should I follow?
Which one follows me?
Swallow whole the
pill
And sleep
And awaken, then
With the same fucked up anxiety
That's driven the resin for years
There is no shine
Around the room of pills
No smiles
Around the room of squalor
Whether sealed within
a secure resin
Or not
Set me free…
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