As I'm sitting,
oh, how it all comes back-
the pain,
the rush.
All the endorphins.
makes me wonder,
why did I ever stop?
Not too many scars,
so its easy to hide-
gentle but tough.
Will this finally be the end?
Can't wait for new meds,
will enjoy feeling good again.

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