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Sky-Highertry.
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Poems Like being on the road again,
or sex after an argument.
People with few vices have few virtues.
The adrenaline.
That rush.
The overwhelming excitement, heart pounding in your ears.
It's a problem.
A complete and utter dependency.
Nothing else can replace that feeling,
or sooth the agony that comes with the lows.
Sod the paranoia, the shivers, the not sleeping.
Risk it all,
or you could risk even more.
Drug of choice.
A chemical romance. The only way to fly.
