Joy
By pl rage
A tingling sensation The beginning of something new? Hands trembling, I can hardly eat My body can’t be trusted The joy is weakening me The mind stronger than ever Unleashed, soaring free Is it really happening? Never been happy before The joy is filling me Heart racing, cannot sit still High on energy High on life Is this what they call living? The joy is killing me Written October 4th, 2001 © on Oct 04 2001 03:09 AM PST 0 • 12
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"A tingling sensation..."