May 29, 2011
It’s no real option,
It’s not for healing.
It’s an adoption,
It’s meant for dealing.
At no time in life,
Will it take away the pain.
In your heart it’s a knife,
Or a never ending rain.
Nothing seems real,
You’re life turns to fiction.
You may never heal,
You have an addiction.

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