The clinic.

Morning Doctor,

I guess I’m okay.

There’s all these noises inside,

That’s all, same ol’.

No I’m calm, mostly.

Bit tense, bit jittery.

There’s just a lot of voices.

They talk a lot about

Everything. And nothing.

No, I think I can handle it.

No, I want to talk it through

With someone. I want

To find where they come from.

And deal with it that way.

Yes, I think that will work.

No, that's not what I want.

Is that just a quick fix?

6 months? Not addictive? I don't think that will help.

I'm not being snappy.

Why are you pushing those pills towards me?

 

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