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I have to get in control of these messed up dreams. Or at least, figure out a way to not remember them.
If it's not me feaking out in a Sobey's, throwing turkeys ar shelves and screaming for a manager, it's me running into a hospital asking for a payphone because I missed my bus and I need to phone a cab for work, and two doctors try to force feed me a pill for anxiety. All the while making me sound crazier and crazier because I start screaming "I don't need you're fucking pills, all I need is a payphone."
What's wrong with me?
If it's not me feaking out in a Sobey's, throwing turkeys ar shelves and screaming for a manager, it's me running into a hospital asking for a payphone because I missed my bus and I need to phone a cab for work, and two doctors try to force feed me a pill for anxiety. All the while making me sound crazier and crazier because I start screaming "I don't need you're fucking pills, all I need is a payphone."
What's wrong with me?