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Aug 2014
It's 3:04 am and oh my god the shakes won't stop
These tremors are so violent and my vision is blurred
I have everything
I have love
I have the fill of my sadness
I have the drug that's prescribed
"Stop when you get your medicin, because then you won't need it"
But even now as I'm sweating over the realization that I might have taken too much
I can't stop telling myself

I need it

Sometimes I get so afraid that I will die
That my heart will stop and my eyes will roll back into my head
Then I remember
That fear of death is fruitless
Because I am death
Death is all that I know

Maybe I'm afraid of myself
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