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Pregabalin

My brain stands the risk in this track and field event..      
A spear about 2.5 m in length is thrown inside my neurons..        
Do you know the Olympics?      
How they throw javelin?      
Pregabalin's like the javelin throw..    
Post Gabalin I called it.. Inside my head..    
   
My mind itself in this combined event of decathlon and heptathlon..  
My soul's constantly praying to escape and rest free, at least even in Babylon..  
   
       
Dead is such a thrill..      
Don't you want to try? /.        
Say your  last prayers..         
You see, this is a revolver..      
Let me load the bullet..      
We are definitely playing this russian roulette..
   
     
His words echoing, haunting and taunting my ear drums..      
I remembered them word by word..    
" I am tired, very. Maybe it's time to retire..
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
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