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Prozac kisses warm me up as if I was given a hug from a pillow the size of Mount Rushmore. I feel it's warm embrace as I slip back into a form of consciousness. I suddenly gain feeling back into my fingertips and into the heel of my left foot. I feel it all around. It is as if a vehement galaxy of clarity is traveling through my body in a thousand different ways at once. Is this real? Is what I'm feeling - this nongenuine sense of being "okay" - real? Medicated smiles fill all who cannot do it on their own. Have I let my guard down and become dependent on a feeling rather than something stable? Or have I just given up on myself entirely? This small, circular gateway to how people should feel has become my God. I worship it. I need it. I am it.

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