Addiction
Thoughts are whirling in my head.
Some good and some I dread.
Feelings of hopelessness and
feelings of irritation plague my every being.
I get caught up and lost in these wicked thoughts.
Turning to my addiction has made me want it more.
But can I stop?
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2014
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