Panic
Enters the vault
Of chemical reassurance
And demolishes its volatile patina
Brick by screaming brick
Scattering psychotic visions
Like insidious cockroaches
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Yep Daubmir, the drugs just mask, and eventually don't work anymore. A very true slice of life. 10 from Tai