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Mar 2014
pop
pupils dilate
time slows down.
heart races
chest aches
arms numb
mind scattered and collected
stomach pinches, churns and burns
goodbye sleep
endless energy
rapid movements
twitches
tweaks
peaks
blaze
fidget and wiggle
adjust to "normal"
swallow the high
pretend to be fine
................................
brain is fried.
Dory
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Dory
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   Lior Gavra
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