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Synthesize my thoughts with a potent mixture of normality and conformity Just take your needles and knives and erase my identity Lie again like you always do Put on the fake smile of compassion and sincerity

Have you ever held a bottle of pills? I have. I rolled the bottle in my palm, reading the instructions. I heard the small, seemingly harmless pills rattling around, bouncing against the plastic of the container. I knew I had the power to sleep in my hands. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Have you ever held a rope? I have. I held that rope, the tightly-woven threads draping heavily over my palm. I picked gently at the strands, twisting them around my fingers and pulling them tightly. I knew I held the power to suffocate in my hands. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~