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Entered: 15 June 2016 9:50 pm
Somewhere, right now, right this very second, hidden, unknown to others, there’s a cry that wants to be shared, a tear wanting so desperately to flow as it leaves tracks to show where it has been, a scream trying very hard to let the world know that it exists … for the moment, for right now, at this second, none of this happens because of the cell holding them all in, suppressing them from freedom, waiting for the moment when their captor weakens so they can all escape, running amok like a charging elephant trampling everything in its frightened path, unaware of what is happening, not knowing of the destruction being caused … until the damage is done.
You’ve met the captives, let me introduce you to their captors. They go by other names, different chemistry, same general purpose (total suppression). For this days dreadful event, they are (in no particular order): Gabapentin - weighing in at 600mg, Bupropion - a middle class weight of 300mg, the light weight, weighing in at only 40mg - Fluoxetine, and to assist in trying to keep things calm, Alprazolam at a really small weight of 1/2mg (mostly for mild sedation).
Look at you, fooled by the smile on the face, the laughter, the lightheartedness, the ill perceived joy and well being, jokes to bright up a day … it’s all there in the performance, look at your play list, you’ll see … unless the concept is beyond your comprehension and the things you think you know, you really don’t.
Oh, so you have the answer? Please share, there are millions out there who are seeking a cure, thousands who are dying because they can no longer go on searching.
I know, I know, it’s been said before, there’s nothing wrong, it’s all in the head. rotflmbo, well at least that last part is correct, it is in the head and that’s what makes it the scariest thing you should fear, for you never know when the captors will fail at their appointed task.
