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I was the type of person Who held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip, When it no longer felt right. And, although it gave me blisters, And my fingers would all ache, I always thought that holding on Was worth the pain it takes. I used to think in loosing things I'd lose a part of me, too, That slowly I'd become someone My heart no longer knew. Then one day something happened, I dropped everything I once held dear. But my soul became much lighter, Instead of filled with fear. And it taught my heart that somethings Aren't meant to last long, They arrive to teach you lessons And they continue on. I didn't have to cling to people Who no longer made me smile, Or do something I've come to hate, If it isn't worth my while. But you were my light, And the hunt you make Hurts in the moment And takes away my breath. That sometimes the thing you're fighting for Isn't worth the cost And everything I ever loved, Was bound to be a loss. But that's what addiction does To crave, to **** To **** out our souls, To increase enmity between hearts and woes.
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
Addicted
I was the type of person Who held onto things too tight, Unable to release my grip, When it no longer felt right. And, although it gave me blisters, And my fingers would all ache, I always thought that holding on Was worth the pain it takes. I used to think in loosing things I'd lose a part of me, too, That slowly I'd become someone My heart no longer knew. Then one day something happened, I dropped everything I once held dear. But my soul became much lighter, Instead of filled with fear. And it taught my heart that somethings Aren't meant to last long, They arrive to teach you lessons And they continue on. I didn't have to cling to people Who no longer made me smile, Or do something I've come to hate, If it isn't worth my while. But you were my light, And the hunt you make Hurts in the moment And takes away my breath. That sometimes the thing you're fighting for Isn't worth the cost And everything I ever loved, Was bound to be a loss. But that's what addiction does To crave, to **** To **** out our souls, To increase enmity between hearts and woes.
Vikhlyash
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Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
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