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Addict of The Weak

by angelwithashotgun

The midnight moon gleams amongst the stars Night falls gently upon The dark sky filled with sorrows The cold unbelievably torturous Bites of the negativity Happiness on its deathbed The smiles we had through the day withers and dies Only droplets of tears dominant in our eyes For what is worth, we always do our best *We score, we celebrate We are victorious We are the brightest in everyone's eyes* But underneath the darkest skies We fall prey to the saddest woes We fall to our knees and beg for mercy To the endless torturing of the addictive poison of weakness and every of those
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Torturing one's self could be an addiction.

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