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my nose wont stop running
and my bodie's a shiver
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Plunging into darkness, the razor draws me near,
Calling to my needs, yet something I must fear.
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Even in my sadness, you've still gave me that light,
Which I'll cherish in my trinket box and take it out at night,
by LittleRachel08
78 lines, 5 comments,
on May 2 2:17 PM. In Pain, Depression, Drugs, Addiction, Abuse, Heartbreak, Love, Loss, Sad, Thoughts
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The plant was a gateway
To my blackened soul.
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Locked in a web of formaldahyde's stench,
addiction's deceit pulses through my veins.
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you just sit there
hours spent
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Tears show weakness, which people will use as fear.
Addiction is hard, it is just anouther restriction.
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Life, Love and Hate.....all coincide to create a unbearable..neverending PAIN -2004
Feeling so deeply................................
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I met the devil yesterday, his presence like a whip
he took ahold of one by me....i thought it a bad trip.
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fear of losing myself in this quest
to regain all ive lost, myself i possess
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Along a dark road yhat I have long traveled
Scraping in my ear as i step on the gravel
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Succumbed to the avalanche that slides between the hallowed bones,
churned into the creatures crawled underneath the sacred stone.
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At this moment I am unsure of who I am
where I should lay my head
who to trust
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My last blow
Stronger than the first
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His open eyes are like veins
waiting for needles on screen,
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Through mist filled eyes, Andy bled tears of gray.
Hidden in oblivion, spiced with rum,
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Streaks of fire shoot up through my nerve-endings
Burning, burning, forehead sweat breaks out
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There are no patches for my addiction,
there are no twelve step programs.
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The drumming of fingers
reminds me of the crucifix
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She swore i spoke her name too loud,
at first,
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Upstairs in my bedroom all alone,I stare blankly at myself in the mirror.I then grimace in disgust at my reflection.
Who are you,What are
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Some call my addiction a mental illness
Other’s see where I come from
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Feed these addictions,
I can't be fed by you;
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the glass fell out my hand
seeing the splinters at my feet
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