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Mar 2014
Sometimes I just want to
reintroduce old habits.
Swallow that "friend" and
feel more secure.
Chase it with a shot
or two.
Numb the everyday angst.
Deplete the panic and anxiety
back to the depths of my mind,
now cloudy and calm.
There will be no more rain
for the time being.
My "friends" are there for me.
But reality has a way of attacking
and protruding through the clouds
like a missile
aimed directly at my center
and prematurely crumbling core.
© M.S.
pushthepulldoor
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   Veena Aneev
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