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Falling Again
At the edge of my abyss
I stand wearily shaking
Tired of fighting the good fight
Cursing every wrong decision I’ve made and
Every person I blame, save for myself
For bringing me to this predicament
Peering into the darkness of my addiction
I shiver at what fate has in store for me
My body feels cold to the touch
As though I am already dead
Slowly I feel myself slipping back
Into my fiendish alter ego
A metamorphosis I can longer contain
Disgusted with myself and my weakness
I close my eyes to morality and
Leap in
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I stand wearily shaking
Tired of fighting the good fight
Cursing every wrong decision I’ve made and
Every person I blame, save for myself
For bringing me to this predicament
Peering into the darkness of my addiction
I shiver at what fate has in store for me
My body feels cold to the touch
As though I am already dead
Slowly I feel myself slipping back
Into my fiendish alter ego
A metamorphosis I can longer contain
Disgusted with myself and my weakness
I close my eyes to morality and
Leap in
(C) 2013 XMAR82 All Rights Reserved
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