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Growing within me,

is a painful addiction.

What I say, what I do,

turns to contradiction.

Loathing and hiding,

confessions and tears.

Inside this heals me.

Temporarily, easing my fears.

This will fade to nothing.

This will wash it away.

All the hate and rage,

my soul must pay.

It’s become my security,

my want, and my need.

I’ve awoken the demons,

I’ve planted the seed.

I bleed and I cry,

I have nothing but sorrow.

I’ll give into temptation,

and it will be gone tomorrow.