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Self Medication


I am given the solution And told that it will kill. I can no longer deal with this problem of mine. I need to Act now. I take it- the slight tingling begins, slowly taking over. An overwhelming rush of adrenaline. It Scopes out my prey- leaving it nowhere to hide. The Crest strikes and finally It Reaches my suffering cavity, filling it with hope of a brighter future. I can only stop when nothing is left to rinse away.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry.&nbsp;</p>

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