April 5, 2010
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Can you hear it?
I can.
Its sound will slowly increase in volume louder and louder, drowning out all conscious thought with its sharp hazardous noise.
Once long ago I can remember when they put he static in.
Sometimes un-knowing as to what they’re doing.
They insert needles into your resistant skin,
A dull serene feeling envelops you taking control.
Cold un-loving smile and a kiss goodbye
An increase in dose every morning never lets the noise grow quiet.

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