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Sep 2015
it seeps through my face
it burns me up
a surge
i won't be sleeping tonight
a fiend
now i am
i am not afraid for i have been here before

while others are calm and in control
i lose it
i'm screaming for release
but this trap was meant for me
i ride it and create a zone for myself
then i can't get off the ride
till i hit the pillow and crash
it takes days for me to recover

i wake and i feel reborn
i have to heal
Written by
Iona Betts  St Albans
(St Albans)   
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