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Oct 2018
I don't even have to identify the word
Addiction is a hateful sword
You slowly drift toward
Something you can't afford

The problem is ignored
Your mind is on board
There is no switch board
You became a warlord

The chances to be restored
The thinning of your power cord
You lose your souls harsichord
Leave your potential unexplored

Addiction becomes your destruction
Your very reduction
Induction then destruction
Alien abduction

You leave the people that love you broken
There are no please unspoken
How do you tend to the heartbroken
When their hearts are already frozen
Woven with explosion
Emotion won't reopen

Now your choking
You have to be joking
I knew i would be losing
The one my heart was choosing
Michael Smit
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Michael Smit  M/Potchefstroom
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