Posted: March 18, 2015 in Uncategorized

The root of all evil.
The loss of my sanity.
My jittery soul.
Hot boiling blood running threw me.
The need to move.
The need to go fast.
The need to push you out of my way.
The growling howling beast ready to break through. 
The need to force you to move.
The. Need. To. Scream.


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