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When I was young I was addicted to my thumb So older and still The child in me beat at its walls Till I threw him away I was addicted to tears Sloshing from my eyes Like the sight of overflowing Into my family Until I threw them away I was addicted To doing the wrong To challenge the right in my life It eventually won Until I threw it away And then, in a burning fever I knew I was too light Thrown too free Of all the human chains to each other Until I picked them up again So, the long and short The nutshell Throwing away sorrows and accepting Them back, what's my addiction? I am addicted to playing fetch with myself
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Fetch: my addiction
When I was young I was addicted to my thumb So older and still The child in me beat at its walls Till I threw him away I was addicted to tears Sloshing from my eyes Like the sight of overflowing Into my family Until I threw them away I was addicted To doing the wrong To challenge the right in my life It eventually won Until I threw it away And then, in a burning fever I knew I was too light Thrown too free Of all the human chains to each other Until I picked them up again So, the long and short The nutshell Throwing away sorrows and accepting Them back, what's my addiction? I am addicted to playing fetch with myself
Thanks to Stardust for the poem idea
#fetch#myaddiction
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
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