i'm addicted to the serotonin i feel when i've finished writing. it has me in a choke hold. if it was a drug i would've overdosed 12 years ago. the dopamine river of lyrics course through my veins like i've injected them up my arm. i grow jittery and miss the feeling of popping the creative pill that fits perfectly in my hand. i spill it onto an ink covered notebook every time i open the bottle. i wake up with half my face covered in faint writing from sleeping on my hand that i have no recollection of scribbling midnight thoughts onto. they vaguely jog my memory as if they were written in a drunken haze. i'm probably in need of some sort of poetic rehab, though i'd most likely think the days away, muttering rhymes to myself. i'm totally fine, maybe a little paranoid, but i've got plenty of creativity drugs to power me through the night.

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