43 | Toxicated

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I was kicking and screaming on top of my lungs to make them let me go but they thought I was crazy.

Like my old self.

They put me on my bed and tied my arms and legs.

Then I was drugged to sleep. I was toxicated.

I did not want to sleep. Not because of my dreams.

Because somebody needed me, and I had no strength to help him.

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