Good Riddance Effexor — A Poem for Ed White

From Mad in The UK: Good Riddance Effexor, you rule me no more, you made me pay for, endless days and many more. I know why soldiers don’t speak about war, and I know others have suffered, much much more.

Truly devastating, unspeakable things. Things no one should endure, from stopping “medicines”. We don’t speak of it too much, to those who don’t know, it means digging too deep, in the hole we keep closed. In this terrible state, our eyes become truly open, now they’re open we realise, there aren’t many we can count on. The sleeping bear, he’s still there, we don’t want to wake him, it’s best to avoid things most stimulating.

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