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Created on: July 07, 2008
With just a few small drops in the middle of a teaspoon
Not possible though
But what if . . .
Would it hurt?
Would it help?
Maybe...
I can think a little less
I can breath a bit shorter
my heart can beat a little slower
I wonder how it tastes.
It's not the kind of thing people can tell you about.
I can only imagine.
What would it be like?
It's just a means to get from here to there
Hoping I can trim the fat
have nothing but the meat where I'll end up
Possibly worth the trip
Anything but this
Anywhere but here
It's so confusing
What to do, what to do
Like outrunning a tidal wave
I should do something
Just don't know what
Just don't know what, man
Cuz I feel it comin'
and it's comin' strong . . .
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