I've been emotionally dry-heaving for too long. At first I had so many things to expel, so much that was toxic in me that I needed to eliminate. Now it seems to just be habit. Now I go through the motions, but there's nothing toxic left.
I took all kinds of medicine over the years. Either the dosage was wrong or the medicine itself had no hope of curing me. There's one more bottle on the shelf. It's staring right at me, "Hey! I've been here the whole time. You gonna reach out and take me?"
Nah, I don't need medicine. The purging and retching is subsiding on it's own.
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