I’m dying here, someone help me.
“Oh so you just have ‘cramps’?”
“Have you tried this supplement? It’s only $120.
I promise it’ll make you feel like you’re in your element.”
I buy it and take it and gag, it tastes like death. The only reprieve I get is when reality sets in my head.
MLM’s replacing any medical health.
“Have you smelled these oils, it’s probably just anxiety, cmon help yourself!”
Everything is easier alongside a hospital bill
The silk road and Avon replacing Pfizer and Purdue.
“Have you tried the black market peptides, I swear they’re the real deal!”
“Don’t be scared, you’re the one hurting, do you just like what you feel?”
“Have you tried her line of gummies, I saw it on insta, like Ashwaganda shit”
“They make me totally relax
It’ll fix you, just Afterpay it!”
American dream grown bitterly cold, just like my bedside tea.
It’s so funny when they tell me just to eat gluten-free.
I’ll have you know I got the whole fucking GI specialty.
They said I’m fine. I can eat as much wheat as I fucking please.
Yet the rest, they still whine and groan and moan. “Oh, you don’t know the chemicals, the additives, the pesticides!”
“Get your gluten from Italy because I have no brain inside.”
Forgive my ad hominem.
I’m just so so sick of people trying to pretend like this isn’t the whole pie, the whole goddamn store
Why would you think it would make me feel better to pretend like I won’t be this miserable forever?
I’m stuck and you’re mocking me.
I guess I’ll go for reciprocity.
endoreality 
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