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Terry Streets Oct 2014
Struggling with my head held high
I cannot fight this demon alone
Strength is not mine to expend
For I am deprived and depraved
Though my head be high
Inside I have sunk even lower
Disgrace covers me:
Shame has hit me so hard
That it has rattled my core
The empty shell is slowly breaking
Piece by piece I crumble
Because on the outside I was fine
But inside there was nothing left
Who can see past my facade?
This is my addiction.

— The End —