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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A dull ache becomes masked by a generous shot. More and more opium pours into her trampled vein. Her heart slowly beats, the mania creeps, and she slowly loses a piece of herself. Drowning her past sorrows beats keeping up with the pain. Facing mighty dark secrets just seems to leave a stain. Now her fate is placed in the hands of a diluted substance because pleasure seeking has commenced. Full of euphoria, yet still discontent, she falls back into a lifeless mimic. A single tear fills up and sends her to the other side. Death has not yet came, but she is now on a hell of a ride. Her deepest fears of reality all come fading back as she starts to awake. That single shot seemed to hold all of the fate. Her stash has now run bare, but the tyrant is near ready to hand out sin. He hands out a death card, as she slowly trembles to hand him a dead president fin. Her sickness now runs deep, but a treat awaits her needy soul. Too many times she has danced with the devil in the moon, yet she still plays the reaper as death will come soon. Her sad eyes cock back ready to catch a nod, but then nothing is felt. She then notices a fake burn is what she was dealt. She sweats as sickness creeps in. this cycle of Russian roulette cannot go on, it just cannot win. No more faking for what it is worth because she now feels that her time is now and she plans a rebirth. True horror is seeking way to die. Constantly she let pain in and let it help with the brain fry and soul cry. An exorcism may be needed because she has been so depleted. Far too many times devilish ways were once needed. Like a wick to a flame she burns to live. There is no more letting this phenomenon hold her captive. She now seems to ache with a desire to be free and clear from all the terror that always has been near. So many tears were shed in the wake of her new reality, but the animal inside has now been set free. Believing in the here and now gives off an essence of hope, and all the strangeness will now let her be. Knowing nothing but bad news most will turn to run towards that old numb feel from the drug deal. A distance sits between her and the dread that once filled her relentless past. Robbing, lying, and cheating was her vicious way of allowing and engaging with the demons that surrounded her. Real life allies now completes her conscious spirit and mind. They fought off the antagonist dictator and enemy by letting spirituality take her to a superior place. The mask is now taken off, as she can now face the old mimic in the mirror and can now erase. The door is now shut and her strength gives her the ability to show praise to those who helped her that dark bleak day. She can now let her winning psyche give the strength she needs to no longer be afraid.
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