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January 20, 2014
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My hands cold, as chilling as the breath of death.
My mouth feels dry and my head keeps spinning.
I want to escape from these horrid feelings.
But why try when they just come back.
I swallow pill after pill
To enter a world without sorrow.
And for a couple hours; it works
I break away from monster that is coming after me.
Until the effect leaves
Then I am trapped,
There is no running away
When you try to run away from yourself.

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