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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Melodrama · #2165430
I am shamed by my addiction.
Peace, as my mind's chatter
becomes numb, seems futile.
Dangerous, swirling thoughts
collide with common sense.
Realizing my problem,
overcome with remorse,
I admit my weakness-
damn iced quad expressos.

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