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Jan 2012
Soon enough it becomes obsessive
and before long you're obsessed
with your selfishness.

You hate it,
but need it like oxygen.
No longer is it a want.
It becomes routine.

Slowly eating away at your strength,
making you it's slave.
Cutting you away from reality.
Leaving you an alien.

You're ashamed.

You want to run away
but you can't,
You miss it.
You miss it more and more
each time you try to run further away.
It lures you back in
so easily.

Eventually,
you're not just running from it
But you're running from yourself aswell
And there's no escape.
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mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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