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There is this feeling. It's a huge escape.
My mind shuts down. I can breathe again.
My thoughts don't wander.
They are simple and pure.
I continue to crave this feeling. I must endure.

I have these pressures.
To seem okay.
Deep inside. My feelings will stay.

I feel so good. Until it's over.
I always want more. I'm never sober.

Pretty pink pills. Or the bitter sweet powder.
My heart beats harder and harder.
I will push my limits.
I might end up on the floor.

But I still wake up. Only hoping for more.