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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVcFPryCh54

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Relief, 

Dopamine:

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It pours out of me in waves -

Gushing, 

From the walls within my chest,

From the ribs that split my back. 

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You can hold your suffering in -  

Bottle it, until its chemical touch 

Internalizes 

Beneath the layers of your skin - 

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Purple and mauve, 

Slicing whorls of violet.

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But every now and then, something will nudge

The broken places 

In exactly the right way, and so 

Let the pressure that'd built 

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behind the levee 

crumple, 

burst, 

and then finally  

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             give way.

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There is no material pleasure

In this world

That can compare to the feeling

    I have now:  

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red wine, success.

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