Withdrawals

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I can feel my brain pacing.
I can feel my chest racing.
I can feel my body itching,


doing things.

Pressing me,

killing me.

I can feel myself betraying me.

I can feel myself begging me.

For just a little bit,
for just a little...


Not much I can take a little...

Holding me back.

Holding me down.

It's fucking me up...


I'm fucking up...

I can feel my brain pacing.
I can feel my chest racing.
I can feel my body itching,


doing things.

Pressing me,

killing me.


Stop it you're fine...

No you're not.

Yes you are.

No you're not.

You're stronger than this...

No you're not...

You're better than this...

are you really?

are you really?

Am I Really?

fuck....

fuck...

okay.

Breathe...

Take a step back collect yourself.

Pick up the pieces compose yourself.

You're fine.

Yes?

Yes.

I can feel my brain pacing.
I can feel my chest racing.
I can feel my body itching,


doing things.

Pressing me,

killing me.

Help...

...

Help...

...

I can feel myself begging me.

I can feel myself betraying me.

Just a little,

please just a little.

Stop, you're better than this...

no you're not...

I mean,
I'm not.

Make it stop.


Shut down,
zone out,
just make it stop...


-Fez

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