Down

Don't bleed all over the place 
He couldn't see my face

I wonder why he turned away 
As he struggled with Satan
To find a vein

Desperate to hide from himself
Lived once but didn't like how it felt 

He's killing himself to survive 
Who did this to this child 

February 2017
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February 3, 2017 at 5:45 PM
Sadly, addiction is self inflicted. Usually begins as an escape or just out of curiosity. I used to be an addict. Mine came from curiosity. Only the strong survive, Tanis.
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