《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Can't stop

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The wood creaks as I sit down, every movement sends vibrations up my spine. My head is spinning from all those lines. I can't stop myself, every rush of adrenaline to my head reminds me I'm alive. I can't keep going like this, I want to stop, but my body won't let me forget how I always fuck up.

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