"stare at the object in temptation, as it calls your name in a mutilating seduction. Like an addiction, you turn to for every emotion felt.
An internal battle with yourself, external a controled mess, void of emotion and expression.
Much like alcohol, doesn't solve a damn thing, just a quick rush of calm, only for a moment your troubles are gone.
Like an alcoholic walking into a bar, tempting fate...Once you start, do you have the will to stop or will the urge over power you?
When buried with restless emotion, the overwhelming temptation returns. An ugly truth.
I am my worst enemy"
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