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My Addiction

Depression took over leaving me in the dust,
pills were introduced to my empty solidified figure.

Nothing mattered anymore and i just...wanted to die,
not caring what anyone else would feel or their reaction.

Always being high on these things brought out the
person i never wana see again,
looking in the mirror was a disgrace.

Pupils are dilated and strength is limited just enough to
breathe,
this feeling i craved so much was always beating me down
at the same time.

Thinking that this was right was like dreaming everything
would be peaceful for the rest of my life if i just wake up.

Morbid is the only word that could be used in this feeling i
always felt,
being so young and dying so early was the worst thing i could do.

The question i ask myself everyday i wake up is...how am i killing myself if i was never alive...
Written by Donnydarko
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