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-Daily Poetry #10, February 7, 2017- Word: Addictive Like a drug I have taken so willingly, your “love” runs through me, To the point where I am chained down, I am no longer free. Having chose the life I am living, I go along with your words, go figure, And as I lay here watching you leave, your touches linger. This “love” that I once found addictive, it's simply clouded over my senses, And as I cry out, I no longer want your feelings, your essence. I pray to whatever is up there, forgive for what I've done, but I can't take this anymore, The days of being your equal are over, and I don't know what I'm here for. With wires and spikes of pleasure running through, go figure, I've learned your tricks, I no longer feel anything as your abuse on my body sticks. That “love” I once found addictive, go figure, it's all over, I'm tired of lying, of hiding, of making up a story to cover. Looking back once more before running away from my past, Cinderella must of been a liar, I somehow knew this fairytale wouldn't last. Snow White took the rotten apple and fell into a blind trance, Unlike a princess, I refuse to dance this dance.
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