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Addiction By Mike Taylor I wake up late again, mocked by the numbers. Pull on a shirt, pick up my hat, bag, keys The pain is growing, throbbing in my head, reminding me The walk from car to class is takes too long as usual, and Im late for another class My mind a muddied pond, my eyes shattered lenses Physically present but my mind flooded with the pain. Hours have past since my last fix Ive trained my body to expect the rush in the morning I chose to hit the snooze and now i face the consequences Overwhelmed by my distressed mind, lack of concentration drives me to the brink of insanity. I bolt out of class to stop the pain Pushing past the faces, smiling, laughing, many addicts like me. I dont twitch, I dont sweat. Im ineffective. The real people float by, blurring as they pass. Dont patronize me, I was once like you I can be again, if i just feed the addiction
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 03:53:09 +0000

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