Of myself
Of my arms
Of that ugly strength
Why, you ask
Because, I start
Because... I drift off
And then you pull me back
And ask again, Why
I can't stop
I'm addicted to this
Beautiful pain
To this
Agonizing relief
To this
Empty Crowd
I'm scared, I repeat
Of what....
Myself
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How about a second shot?
