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It's a drug I cannot quit, A power I must obtain, Its something I must take, And never something I will give, It consumes me, It devours. I cannot breath, It will not let me free. Do I fight or let it be? Please, I promise it's not me. Control, I'm breaking, Or maybe I'm just broken, Is this why it chose me? Because I'm so very weak?
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Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
Control
It's a drug I cannot quit, A power I must obtain, Its something I must take, And never something I will give, It consumes me, It devours. I cannot breath, It will not let me free. Do I fight or let it be? Please, I promise it's not me. Control, I'm breaking, Or maybe I'm just broken, Is this why it chose me? Because I'm so very weak?
I am constantly fighting an internal battle. I'm disliked by many, and others don't really know me. I hate myself for all that I am and sometimes, I really think I'm better off dead.
lothiriel
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Neither/Everywhere and Nowhere
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
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