Wednesday 18 September 2013 photo 1/1
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Weight of mind
Controlled by my dark mind
it pushes me to the ground
and I know there's no use
in making a sound
One drug to speed up my pulse
another to make me bleed
addictions to help me cope
I'm in an endless aching need
A little anxiety won't kill me
but a life in hell might
with questionable morals
there is no wrong or right
Survival is not the same as living
I need to save me from myself
my home is a place that doesn't exist
and I'm in love with a dead elf
Too medicated to see the truth
but I will always need more
once I break through the mist
and forget what I'm fighting for
*written by me
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