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Jul 2013
heart beat racing,
Palms sweating
Incessant rambling.

This drug is causing too much pain
But what a rush there is to gain
To reach and hold
What can't be controlled
To try and pin
Try and win.

The blood is rushing
The sound is deafening
The room is spinning.

I need to sober this emotion
This intoxicating potion
I need to take the reins
Forsake the pains
Sober myself
Observe my health.

The chase is thrilling
The wait is killing
The passion over spilling
My heart is willing

Call a doctor
Get me sober
Bleed me and drain me
This love won't contain me
It's impossible to hold
What can't be controlled.
Izzy
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