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hating the symptoms

feeling the insanity

darken my mind

as the thundering beats

turn deafening

threatening the explosion of this

erratic heart

unable to think

unable to breathe

with senses frayed

lost in space

with the blankest of stares

looking almost serene

belying the sickness inside

my consiousness spins in a whirlwind

of confusion

and a stabbing pain pierced my side

someone hand me my

required dosage

before i pass out

and die.