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My Addiction
The drudgery goes on and on.
Try to focus, you're too far gone.
To get that fix you'd sell your soul...
To not, spin off out of control.
You feel the need pulse in your vein.
Time plants the seed, a wondrous strain.
It drives you mad to go without,
Though killing you there is no doubt.
The needle lies you once were told,
Before your destiny was sold.
Now all you know, that welling lust
For something you could never trust.
Each time you call, it's always there
To further state of disrepair,
And yet you give your all to it...
The meaning to your life forfeit.
In brief moments of clarity
I wonder how this came to be?
A man, once proud, I dwell in shame;
No honor left unto my name.
Try to be strong, know I will cave,
With nothing left of soul to save.
The needle lies, maybe that's true...
Still, 'wish I'd chose it over you!
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