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My Drug
I need it; like a drug,
Like an IV dripping
Relief into my veins
Relief from that feeling
That feeling that makes me pick up the knife
In my shaky hand
Or stare at the bottle
That seems like the answer to my problems
I don't know what I'd do without it
Without that one release
That one addiction
I just can't shake it
I need it like air
Though it gives me more relief
Then a deep full breath of oxygen
And the words just flow from my hand
Onto the page
Like a roaring river
Over smooth stone
Like tires on a car
Racing down a highway
The wind whipping by
And snatching my stress
