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What is it to own addiction?
A world of pain.
A deep affliction.

The mirror is a dangerous place.
What am I now?
Who is this face?

My mother cries out for me,
A quiet scream of desperation,
I'm in too deep, out at see,
Far away from realization.

My child's eyes, pouring with tears.
I wish like hell I could erase those years.

No pill can cure you, no prescription.
Another number.

Victim of addiction.



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writer3499This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jul. 2, 2012 at 10:47 am:
amazing...i don't know what else to say! 
 
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Aug. 30, 2012 at 7:08 am :
thank you so much!
 
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