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Wednesday, March 5, 2008


Whispering to herself in the dark
As she lays there comatose
In her lonely imagination
And still she understands her need
A fatal addiction with no true kick
Something that without prejudice
Something without any real impact
Can have such a grand hold on her
It breaks her, heals her, and lovers her
It takes and gives and rapes her
But still she’s left wanting her pain
Needing her “relief” from “everything”
To fight for so long with real strength
And to wish for so long for a taste of death
She marks her words carefully
Watching what she thinks; what she does
‘Nothing can prove it’ she murmurs as she hides
‘They’ll never see; never understand’
Her hand no more a vessel of her will
Gradually leans in for its kill
Once recovering she’s now gone again
So we silently find another addiction has won

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