They want more bloods.
To check my kidneys again.
See if it's still damaged.
Like it was the other week.
I should be scared.
The whole overdose should have.
But it didn't, it never does.
I can't take myself seriously.
Didn't die, can't be that bad.
This is what I tell myself every time.
And I get that same look.
They think I'm crazy.
But maybe my reality is just different.
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