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Jun 2010
It draws you in
And off you it feeds
You pity yourself without it
You think it is all you need.

Lost in your chilled out
Delusional place
Thrown back any lifeline
Which could replace.

Naive, you think it's
Harmless, recreational fun
A victim of the consequences
As it eats your insides numb.

Coming back to the real world
It grinds you, a constant itch
It plays with your mind aggressively
You’re seduced to your next fix.
- From Half-Devoured Heart
Naomi Hartnell
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