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Oct 2013
By nature, I run.
By nature I push you away.
Please, make me stop.
Don’t let me push you.
Let me see you.

But I love this world.
It tastes so sweet.

It is the poison that I love…
the poison the I can’t live without,
the poison that is killing my soul,
the poison the has me chained.

I don’t want to be chained.
I want to be free.

But I don’t care about anything anymore.
I enjoy being dead inside.
Its all I know.
It feels comfortable.

I don’t want to be free.
But I want to be free.
But I don’t want to fight anymore.
I was to lay in my mire,
lay in my *****.

It is my safety blanket soaked in poison.
It is my strength.
It feeds my body while draining every drop from me.
I am dying.
But I want to die…
Written by
Elise  United States
(United States)   
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