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Sep 2016
I wonder if you ever got the help you said you  needed
maybe she became your help. your patch. Your cold turkey.
she made you believe the toxins you put in would be better once they came out,  
these habits stunt your growth, and you may be as high as cherry trees but internally you're rotting away due to the harsh chemicals suffocating you, the pressure to be something you're not breathing down your neck - release this image and crack that mirror you've been afraid to look into.
Face yourself
help yourself
She is a **** entangled in your roots, roots that lead to a greater, greener being.
A relationship not so symbiotic has you fooled down to your clownish feet
I would feel sorry for you but there is no room to
I hope you get the help you need
water yourself and stop looking into the fire - it dries you out
Nicole Whitticar
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