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You've All Helped Me
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December 2010 You've all paid for my addiction, it's sickenin,
fairy tale fell hard to fiction, angel cut off his wings,
use my sentences and paragraphs as true diction, emotions i'll bring,
run the genies bottle causing friction, don't care if it's fake i'm still tryin,
experiences prove to be my contradiction, even though i keep retryin,
add a dutch, dime and that's my drug addiction, lets run cars and play chicken,
see if i move first, my image in your head will blink and sicken,
plus it could be worse, i could tie you up and hit you with a hearse,
i could have people take your purse, make you think your life was cursed,
per say my verse, when my mood is so damn perverse,
immerse myself in your universe, you were a small asteroid in my triverse,
now i'll register as a pothead, i've dreamt, i've bled,
i've loved, i've fled, beat the spread, wound up nearly dead,
instead i'll leave words unsaid, i don't wish you to dread,
a wall post of poems, a folder within a thread,
you must have misread those words i said,
i was bested and battled tested from a possessed capacious chested,
don't mistake the rest of our "blessed" friendship,
you placed my emotions under cardiac arrest and,
you've paid for my addiction, it's sickenin,
showed me how much my life was fiction with a third of tragedy, but you gave me the push to write freely again.
