High preassure

Weeks winding through growing pains, popping relief from a bottle…
Working through thoughtless moments afraid losses growing..
Functioning in a haze looking quite dazed…
Pressured to check the very blood in which I’m kept..
Finding great pressure within straining to get out..l
Sad face fills my own as a doctor drones on…
This number here hold quite dear, for any hire and you’d be departed..
Relaxing now with new drugs and, Wow…
Feeling quite myself again this pressure reigning in…
Listen to your heart from the start…

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