Addiction is nonfiction, its a reality that blinds us from humanity in all its profanity, its quite uncanny, there are those who call for their nanny, to tend to ones needs.
This is the vein in selfish pain with no gain.
To busy to proceed the high is just so it seemed, the meemed is to mimed to certain kinds and all its finds, it corrupts are minds.
We say we need it but we only seem to suffer through it, and a along we really knew it. I feel addiction is like a leech, nothing like a well recited speech.
Balanced with a little cynical of the physical being, Not believing or achieving what were seeing.
Acting as if he's amorphous only to find out he's dimorphous, a cascade of slayers and betrayers, blinded not by light or what's in sight, leaving it up to the fight.
Oh Lord, hear my prayer's, enrapture to those you've captured to treat you, to complete you, can't wait to finally meet you!
Michelle Pullin 2018
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