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Mar 2018
Anti venom pinch,
naloxone's kiss,
now standard like first aid kits,
breathless blue,
second shift's rescue crew,
those blind shadows sent Hell away.

Awoken to,
interviews,
strapped down to a siren's bed,
they asked my name,
and I just said,
will I see my son again.

      How do you explain,
      awakening,
      to a memory never known.
      How do you explain,
      awakening, awakening.

Called my mom,
and my wife,
send the lawyer to my bedside,
I'll explain,
in room thirteen,
must be a reason I'm alive.

Second chance,
that song, its dance,
rest in bliss,
my fellow friends,
addiction sees your mind to bend,
turns truths into myths.

      How do you explain,
      awakening,
      to a memory never known.
      How do you explain,
      awakening, awakening.
Doctor Feelgoods gotta go.
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