Feeling.

Should Explain Itself. If There Are Questions Ask.

My Pluse Beats Faster.

My Blood Flows Swifter.

I Close My Eyes,

Concentrating On My Breathing.

My Mind Is Drifting .

My Soul Is Flying.

While My Bodys Dying.

I Now Know The Feeling Of Addiction,

Not To The Drug Itself,

But The Feeling,

The Feeling I Cant Stand To Lose.

The Higher I Am,

The Eaiser To Live,

With Out Having To Try.

Reviews

[Trystan]

I like the stream of consciousness style.

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good write