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Prophylactic
There I go again
Running like a maniac
Sweating as if
There is real danger
I want to call 911
And beg them
To restrain me
When the cops do arrive
Ill ask them for a Xanax
So I can bury these panics
Shut up already
Now, I start breathing heavy
Great, my date thinks it's her
She screams, check sir
I asked can we talk later
She said no with no excuse
There goes another girl I lose
To my mind the prophylactic
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Apostolos "Paul...
Tue, 2012-01-10 01:45
hello mark
thx for stopping by
Geezer
Tue, 2021-01-19 11:48
Brutally honest...
description of a panic-attack. No crits. ~Geez.
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