Who the Pills Want Me to Be

“You’re getting better,” the doctor says, scratching pen across his pad. “Am I? I can’t tell.” The doctor looks up from the pad, peering over the top of his reading glasses. “You’re not still hearing the voices, are you?” “They weren’t voices. Just thoughts. Bad thoughts.” “Well, you’re not hearing them anymore is the important part.” He […]

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