Not Ready
Fading into the dark,not able to escape.
I'm not ready , but its not my choice and i hope its not fate.
It happened again,
I just cant control it, and when i relapse it will be there again staring me in the face.
This demon i cant get rid of.
Its an addiction but also a curse.
The end is coming soon and i'm just not ready.
Not ready to die.
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