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Poetry

From Addicted to Dying

I like to think that I am on some form of local anaesthesia; 2% Lidocaine injected in my soul because having to face the reality would kill me another round. They say, when the anaesthesia kicks in, first is analgesia, then comes excitement and then the anaesthesic effect. Here, I have been sitting in this wooden box waiting on the anaesthetic effect because...

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