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I lay in silence. I seem to dream of you in colors that don't exist. One thing runs through my mind and exits my mind as twenty different things. I have that same container sitting by my bed on that black nightstand everyday; holding those same pills my doctor said will help all of the monsters escape my head, To help those tears run down my face less often and to make my teeth more seen. But that container has an inch of dust upon it. I have put you through hell and back, I apologize. I'm in denial of being sad. But know you have made me happy, I just will sometimes have that rain cloud above my head. You may not understand why I'm like this but it runs in my blood. I wish that pill never came into my life, I wish I never had to be told by someone I was sad. I never wanted to believe him; but now I have to. Free these monsters that people call thoughts...