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Feb 2013
Vices

They **** u in,
Hold u back,
Push u forward,
Slow u down,
Speed you up.

Pick your poison,
They’re here to stay,
To make all your problems go away.

“Vanish,” they say as your hand picks them up-
The word that should be their middle name.
They never fail to erase the pain.
Their means justify the end.
Take a shot and put your heart on the mend.

Your blood pressure’s rising
Your heart’s beating faster.
You’ve got nowhere to go.
So just sit back, and take them slow.

Where to go from here
Now, the coast is clear.
The air is foggy, your mind’s no longer here.

Your heart slowly becomes cold as ice.
Trust me, I know,
Freedom always comes with a price.
Written by
Marie  California
(California)   
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