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Oct 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Call it a curse
A predilection
Or a disease
My own affliction
What I need more
Than a conviction
Is understanding
Without restriction

Self-destructive
Yeah perhaps
Every vein I have
Collapsed
My whole body
Has been taxed
I’ve tried to quit
But then I lapsed

I’m not looking
For sympathy
I’m just trying
To make you see
That it affects
More than just me
Even the suburbs
Are not free

I started out
Trying to ease my pain
It was doctor prescribed
Ain’t that insane
I took those pills
‘Til that day came
And ever since
I haven’t been the same
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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