I thought I was stronger than this.
Stronger than your w/o/r/d/s.
How could I have been so small?
So weak?
Why did I give in to it?
I thought I was resisting well...
but I'm not.
I gave in.
I let it go.
Forgot about my promises...
and made new ones.
My resoloutions shattered.
My skin b r>e>a>k>s.
I thought that I was
S-T-R-O-N-G-E-R...
but..
I'm...
N.O.T.
A contest entry
- Addiction and Co-Dependance by piccola.
900 points, ended January 28, 26 entries
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This was very unique. I loved your word choices and the emtions you describe. Thanks for entering my contest!
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Very unique and interesting. That's the thing about promises I guess .... they can always be broken. Thank you for the entry.
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This is really great. These questions are definitely what I'm asking too. I do have two spots that i need to point out..
"My skin b u>s>h>."
What do you mean your skin bush?
"I thought that I
S-T-R-O-N-G-E-R..."
This needs "was" in it.
Other than that, this is a very good poem. It makes me think. Great job, and good luck in your contest.
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Awwww sissy
This is so sad but so amazing at the same time. You really describe what it's like to be addicted to you-know-what. I hope you are doing okay with that now. Haven't really asked about that in a while, I'm sorry.
I love you and good luck in the contest
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thankies sissy...
it's okay, i don't expect you t
and...I'm doing...better with it
thanks again for the nice comment
ily2
Annie Shadows
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