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Mar 2015
The bitter liquor
Of addiction pours out
Of the inflictions that we cast.

The adrenaline
That comes from the thrill
Of gambling
Masturbates the soul.

They act like painkillers,
But in fact they are hunting
Down our chances of recovery.

We cannot let these demons thieve our
Attention away from our mental health,
They will only use us as their food.

We love them,
But they only lust us.

We must put the demons to sleep.
We must drain them of their wealth.
No longer may we let them binge on our suffering.
Nor let them purge out our humanities.

We do not need their
Nicotine, ******, or coke.
We must rise above the addiction,
And promise ourselves to never fall again.

n.c.
all of the **bolded** words are different types of addictions.
tal
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