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Caffiene and Me
It shocks me like the electric chair
And I jolt
Mind racing
Adrenaline surging
Senses tingling
It says to me,
Come on, stay up for another hour or two.
And it welcomes me back to my laptop.
I say, forget about homework.
I'm tired.
I put my head down and try to sleep
But it won't let me
Because this cruel drug has already taken over my system
With its evil magic.
I ache from lack of sleep.
Eyes droopy from the piercing computer screen
Legs restless from sitting for so long
Hands stiffened to their neutral position on the keyboard.
My brain is fried from the homework load
And I'm dizzy.
But nevertheless I'm awake
And that's not going to change for a while.
I try to type some more
But my head is like the default snowstorm channel on TV.
Storming and buzzing obnoxiously.
I just can't concentrate!
So I'm left trapped
Body showing no signs of life
My spirit put into a blender and blended into ahopeless pulp
In a torturous world between awake and asleep.
What is this thing?
This drug
This awkward voice inside my head
This evil spirit
That only lets the "AM" appear on my alarm clock?
I'm going crazy
Trying to find the way out of its mental prison
Because it's taken me under its curse
And not letting go
Dammit, just let me sleep!
Hey look, my milk tea.
I sip the sweet drink, not knowing what else to do.
Oh crap.
Then the realization finally hits me.
It's not the caffeine's fault.
It's my addiction.
This is my own problem.
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