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Rated: E · Poetry · War · #1381077
Let's see if you can figure out what I'm talking about.
This poison ingested,
addicted to the rush,
falling farther from dreams,
and further out of touch.

Oblivious to the pain I inflict,
deteriorating, feeling senses failing,
the body slows than stops,
my mind starts flailing.

If I stay,
this way for long,
what else can go wrong,
only I am to blame.

Can't let this take me,
but can I be strong,
time to see if my life
can be reclaimed.

I let it chase everything away,
lost so much for a fix,
now I'm in a maze blindfolded,
my thoughts a self induced mix.

Why can't things be simple,
why isn't there a magical cure,
because then things would be happy,
and be a less stressed world.
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