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Explain the Rush

I feel so out of sync these days,
Caught in a ride or lost in a haze.
Everyday it's something else,
Acting out to call for help.
Eat, sleep, walk around,
Get no rest, don't make a sound.
Or run around, don't tell a soul,
Sneak out late to smoke a bowl.
Up or down or on the ground,
Inside out, secrets surround.
Give it a name: Mania's touch.
Anything to explain the RUSH.





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