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I Don't Know

I introduced my friend
To the wand I use to fight.
The wand I fight off
My own deepest inner thoughts with.
He kept saying,
"This is so much fun. The smoke is so beautiful in the breeze."
I wanted to break down
And tell him that I was sorry in that second.

But he wasn't hooked on it.
He just likes to play.
A simple, meer toy to him.
But a much bigger effect for me.

Yesterday, my dearest offered me something else.
A much stronger weapon that he himself uses.
I declined, fearing my family's reaction if they smelled it.
He called me weak.

Most of the time, I want to curl up, secluded,
And do one of two things.
Cry,
Or die.
And my biggest problem is I'm a dried up well
With a whole city dependent on me.
I can't do either of those things
And I think that makes it worse.
Written by razorsandblades (Phycho)
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