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It grabs me when I'm tired sometimes when I'm low it takes me by the throat and even by my heart If I give in to its hold then it takes control I'm not me anymore it takes over control Then it can make me do things it can even speak for me I have now lost all control the pain has won for now In reflection it just wasn't me I am a better person than this if only I was stronger maybe then I could beat it one day
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