Kick

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Re-write for a friend, on addiction.

Created: September 09,2018

Submitted: August 23, 2018

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Submitted: May 04, 2018

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They want to hear a story,

one about rusted out glory,

where he who says he wants it all,

must someday,

fall.

 

Talking to my older,

self, this child full of answers,

life will be what I make it,

and, if I make it death,

then rest my soul,

away.

 

I want to tell you that I love you,

but, does it even matter.

 

I just can't stand to see you,

dragging,

your,

self down.

 

This body is not a riddle,

not a riddle,

inside.

 

Its my kind of habit,

that kicks me off the pony,

everytime I try,

to take a ride.

 

They scrutinize,

never become a part of the solution,

only gang up with the problem,

without that love,

in their eyes.

 

Thats my kind of love,

the only one I know,

the only one,

that won't leave me,

alone.

 

 


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