Traces of the addiction linger,
In ragged scars,
(Even if they are fairly invisible)
And in the need,
To see the blood flow,
(Even if it is never much blood)
So now, I have,
No energy,
Life has been drained,
From me,
So here I sit,
Ready to collapse,
Longing for the blade,
But knowing I can't have it. |
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