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Feb 2018
You were my cure,
and my poison.

You cured and put me at ease
when it came to searching
for ***,
pleasure,
euphoria.
You cured my loneliness,
and kept me safe.

You aren't the poison,
I'm the mix that creates toxicity.
I turned your love
into paranoia.
I turned your thoughts
into a stream that froze.

I am my own enemy.
I am my own problem.
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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