Poetry for Freaks! - Slightly Mad

Unquestioned (by Shasta M)
	I told him not to do it. I begged him. But he was stubborn. Always had to have things his way. At least one of us got what we wanted. All I got was prozac. He got fame. I got drugs. He got tears. I got sympathy. He's dead. I'm stoned.

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