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Angsty Teen Years Falling away
From everything you know.
Leaving behind,
Everything you think is good.
It's like ripping you from something,
The only thing you could ever count on.
And you know it's for the best,
But it doesn't stop the pain.
Or the regret.
Or the feeling of weakness for allowing yourself
to be a victim of this addiction.
Who, not what, has this sort of control? I can name one special woman in my life, whom has this power over me. I am weak and helpless without her, lost in a sea of uncertainty and mindless perpetuation. I must remember, I do not love her because I need her, but need her because I love her.
What kind of addiction are you speaking of? what kind of drug is it that binds you in this way?