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Forgotten a pill

the emotion

it spills

things i never knew

things that aren't true

they creep up like spiders

eight legged freaks

coming to get me

delusion 

they reek

I feel the pincers pincing

the sticks are tickling too

each leg is filled with drama

I don't know what to do

I swat the spiders moving

but still that doesn't help

they're coming up to get me

trying to effect my health

I wonder who's behind it

whatever have I done

I don't think I deserve this

I cannot even run