shaking, heavy breathing, the sweats
mind moving fast as army jets
cutting through the sky
do i really like this high?
is it making who i am?
or just a stage?
a simple phase?
my way of coping?
and afterwards reminise
dreaming and hoping
to pass this by
knowing not whats wrong
only knowing whats right
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