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I've spent the last 3 months in rehab rebuilding myself after you tore me down and admittedly there's still pieces of me I haven't found little pieces at the bottom of your sea, drowned It's a struggle everyday to get by yet as time passes, nanoseconds at a time I remember less how great you felt, how without you I though I'd die And like every ****** and great addiction I relapse, back into my rose coloured world of fiction as much as I long to be clean, I guess I subconsciously like it better when you're mean, ruthless and equate me to dirt, as though I like it better when it hurts or else why, what keeps me falling back with every unintentional relapse and though I may not physically let you in your venom that I crave seeps into my skin that every time I acknowledge your existence you win Now, I know this isn't a game, win or lose it's that dark, shadowed, familiar path I choose because pain is always better shared between two And, thus I'm back to rehab today so that I might find a better way to hold myself up and to myself say It was never love, just a drug induced hallucination my chemical flooded brain caused adoration and the constant feeling of fascination that you're immune to it all and it's my favorite addiction but I can't last as a ****** cause this is real life, fact not fiction.
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
rehab
I've spent the last 3 months in rehab rebuilding myself after you tore me down and admittedly there's still pieces of me I haven't found little pieces at the bottom of your sea, drowned It's a struggle everyday to get by yet as time passes, nanoseconds at a time I remember less how great you felt, how without you I though I'd die And like every ****** and great addiction I relapse, back into my rose coloured world of fiction as much as I long to be clean, I guess I subconsciously like it better when you're mean, ruthless and equate me to dirt, as though I like it better when it hurts or else why, what keeps me falling back with every unintentional relapse and though I may not physically let you in your venom that I crave seeps into my skin that every time I acknowledge your existence you win Now, I know this isn't a game, win or lose it's that dark, shadowed, familiar path I choose because pain is always better shared between two And, thus I'm back to rehab today so that I might find a better way to hold myself up and to myself say It was never love, just a drug induced hallucination my chemical flooded brain caused adoration and the constant feeling of fascination that you're immune to it all and it's my favorite addiction but I can't last as a ****** cause this is real life, fact not fiction.
(c) 29/01/11
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Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 10:44 AM UTC
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