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feelings that creep in and make it to paper in the midnite hours while under the influence of confusion called life


Submitted:Aug 24, 2011    Reads: 19    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


somewhere in these lines....I'm sure you'll find....

all the emptiness of my mind....all the endless nites...

of complaining about the times that I tried...to make it out and barely survived...

but I'm certain that a part of me died....and this here notebook is where I confide.....

and spill every fear&doubt that I hide....mixed with every lesson learned....

remembering everything that's pure....and recovering with every drug.....

these addictions hold me so snug....they paint pictures so vivid....

got me feeling like theres no reason to quit it....but I keep finding every excuse to feed it....

pleasure&pain is how I must need it....just killing everything that was saving me....

in the need of a change....where it all just stays the same........

guess that's why my life remains...to be a lost addiction for these lines.....

trying to capture these thoughts of mine.....





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