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Dear DuLoxetine


Dear Duloxetine,

You do not make me happy

You do not make me anything

I make me


You help me keep my head up

When my insides hide in thought

You mute the drowning voices

of all I have not yet fought


You are not a cure

You are not a crutch

You are the window I leapt out of

when flames came through the door


-N.J.


1-800-662-HELP (4357) SAMHSA’s National Helpline

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