I feel the familiar pull
It's slow at first
Hints and quips
I know it's coming
I try to distract myself
I grasp at anything, anyone
I can feel it slipping through my fingers
A slow burn soon a raging fire ready to swallow me up
My body aches
My head hurts
Muscle tight, tension
The ride will soon begin
High speed into traffic
I buckle up
I wait for the crash
It always comes
Loud and Deadly
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