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Killing me slowly

my addiction-

not noticable from outside

not right away

but in my eyes

the first thing

that you can see.

The pain-

and nothing more

as my eyes are closed

and hidden-

ashamed of the tears

and of the thoughts

you just may see-

those that you will

never understand.

Unable to hide

the fatigue-

so tired of everything

of talking, explaining

even of breathing

as my heart still

pulsates in my chest

prolonges my dream

of an end to my

unhappiness,

prolonges my

release.