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The fear of feeling, evoked my defeat,

I chose the path of the lonely, dark, bitter and obsolete; picked up survival techniques to make ends meet

I learned life lessons through trial and error, pleasure and pain

In more ways than one, and in repeat; weak, no choice but to retreat

To keep track marks discrete, I was desperate, finding harmony in a colony of broken lives,

Incomplete

I did this before,

I broke the habit,

Now I must contrite for all the wrongs done in my life while I was outside myself

In another mentality, where the world is transformed anew

When your under the influence, you lose all track of time and space and in its place, is only brief tranquility and release

It snuck up on me

So eloquently

You're twisted form of art, leaving me with goosebumps,

Now I'm just glad to be alive, and I feel your wrath.

FUCK YOU,

you got me,

skin crawling,

watery eyes,

Can't shake the shakes,

Knuckles crack, sweat breaks,

And all I have to say is FUCK YOU,

I still can't piece together

Exactly how I got to this point,

Beat down, completely controlled like a puppet on a string,

You can bring pain,

I'll take it in and spit back flames!

See... I can even still laugh in the midst of your wrath.

You can bring sleepless nights,

We will dance till dawn

The truth is, going through withdrawal is terrifying, but in the end,

You must choose life.

Don't march in the dark,

It only and always gets worse,

Fight for the life that you stole from me,

To fight to be free,

To let you know,

What you took from me,

I will dream again,

I will get excited again,

I will laugh out loud and taste the sweet, salty and succulent,

Because I'm looking at life!

I want to live....

I live beautifully