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A recipe for disasterI'll see what I can make / out of the leftovers I have. / Although, it's never too long

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Limits of A Real Fine LineThe difference between actions and habits, / is often measured by the person you're asking. / One bump, one line, one half ounce . . .

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Bipolar and AddictedToo many thoughts, too many feelings, too many faces / Yea, what’s the feeling of success? / Achieved so many things, but all I feel is regret,

@Enigmatic809372226

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(Quick)SandcastlesHe was the ocean; handsome, but yet, Impulsively damaged. He had a sandy heart to correspond his sandy eyes, the moon dismantled that omitted pride he carried at a dead weight; shoveling and reshaping it, so people would see a sandcastle statue assembled in strength. But his washed-up soul and unannounced insecurities were aware of its genuine purpose, / this beach alongside his pupils; / quicksand, he'll sink so slowly in. Waves in his hair like ripples on his cheeks, skipping stones land at his defeat, he left notes in bottles for you, sank multiple ships for you, because he hasn't the heart to say he's desiccating with the arrival of the stars.. Retracting scars are not too far from gasps for air, foaming words of crisis by writing in the sand, signaling a light as the last one in him died. You wouldn't understand, the calm before the storm, as valve after valve puncture him. So intoxicating as it drains him, and from within, he's drying out. Sunburns stain him, a smile restrains him,

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I'm Just SorryMommy I'm sorry I manipulate you for, / The alcohol I feel I love more, / And Daddy I'm sorry I pretend I'm naive,

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TranceI know you love it, / I can feel your vibe. / you don't just see me,

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Cigarettes And The Girl I lovedBoth can **** / The only difference is / Cigarettes shatter lungs

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the woes of a *** addict//the door to your bedroom was a portal to a world unseen / your bed, the ocean / & your sheets, the sand

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****Love, What's Love? / The Only Love iVe Experienced / With Are Drugs.

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Crystal ****Twisted morbid thoughts / Venomous dreams / Poisonous looks

@Cadmiumdreams13

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Bipolar FriendWho are you? / You're not the same person you were two minutes ago. / I just don't get you.

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A Slave to Social MediaHead hunched forward, / Brain plugged in, / Cyberspace awaits.

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Dear ****Dear **** / **** you and your devilish traps / thanks for making my good days go to crap

@rare-and-rad27

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Drive By Cigarette.As I **** this cigarette / my life go's up in smoke, / in clouds of gray and white

@jacob-daniel-ellinger15

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Dear Crystal ****Dear Crystal **** / I loved you / I put so much trust in you

@lindsey-kristine87

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Meth-od-icalThe hints of a razor gleam / creeping up from behind / shivers begin to scream

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Blood, Lungs & Alcohol (Poem)Blood, Lungs and Alcohol / Addiction, Hell and Help / How much more

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I Am Not an AlcoholicI am not an alcoholic, / I just like beer. / I am not an alcoholic,

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The Only Hero You Have Is YourselfI tried to save you many times before / Witnessed others try to save you too / Finally I realize that the only person

@AmandaKayBurke4

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My Teenage YearsMy Teenage years; / Teenage years with people saying 'sit down and shut up' / Teenage years with no one caring

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Smoke and CyanideBlades of smoke pass through my hair, / Cutting; oxidising; as the smoke is slowly rising / through the tower of my power as I vainly gasp for air.

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addiction"what is an addiction to you?" they asked, “well” you begin, “an addiction is having a cigarette, and just when you finish it, you feel like you need another one” but what you have yet to sink into are the depths of your imagination that you can’t care to to dwell on, because you’re too busy floating on the surface of your own soul. / You see, / An addiction is having your first taste of the igniting fumes as they dance on your tastebuds, manipulating the fact that no matter how good it may taste, that is what’s going to destroy you. its pushing the pessimism out of the inevitable because you’re fooled into being blind enough to think that this isn’t the thing thats going to **** you. It's the trick it plays when you think the smoke is beautiful as it caresses itself around your touch of naive passion, when the smoke is only the remains of the damage you’ve already faced.

@ambivalent-misanthropist11

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Social Media is the Devil of the Functioning SocietyI despise social media. / It's ugly, to state the obvious / Our lives are posted, retweeted, altered, reblogged, perfected, and photoshopped to exactly how we want to be perceived

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Tip of the tongue the teeth and the lipsFabricated. / Fictitious. / A fake floating feeling

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