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Weak,
So damn weak
Is the judgment of my intoxicated eye
Sometimes
I’ve fallen into a pit of consumption
And now I long only for more
Until my body begins to shake
With uncertainty of what
My body craves next
I can feel demons creeping
Around my fragile eggshell mind
Fade away
Is all I can do for now
Distract myself
With another pleasure
Another craving
Another weakness
Until I am strong again
Once I rest
And rid myself
Of this lust
This feign
This behavior
Until I find the light again
About the Creator
P.A. Wilkinson
Trying to make sense of the universe around us. The mistakes of yesterday are today’s wisdom.
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