the poem

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As the sickening sweet flow of ecstasy induced endorphins leave his quivering body, silence envelopes the melody the drugs tune flowed to.
SIT. Curled up and alone, he sits. No longer can he whistle along to the melody he came to love. The shaking starts in his hands and travels down to the aching soles of his feet. Yet his mind is still clear. Although his hand is shaking, he grabs the pill bottle with a steady grip. A shiver. Shivering he opens the bottle taking the last to pills in his hand. They slip down his throat with ease. The Sickening sweet flow of ecstasy induced endorphins flows into his body once more. The melody is back. With a terrible tremor, he laughs and whistles to the tune once more. Closing his now still eyes, he lays back, as a single tear falls down, and his mind goes blank.

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